Common Place
Gabriel Hélie
Comrads, all dressed up in our old rags, talking 'bout the good times, like we mean it.
Poison, heavy heads in motion, talking about the structure like we don't need it
And this calls for blood and this calls for something I can't..
And here comes the flood and here come the deluge again
Say Hallelujah!
Godspeed! Stranded in the backseat, just hoping for your good deeds to make up for it
Streetlights, mandatory fake fights, oh you might wanna feel right but I don't
And this calls for love and this calls for something I'm not
And this calls for god but my friends won't give it a shot
Say Hallelujah
It's a common place with common faces, oh now comrad won't you stay?