False Flags - Massive Attack (大举进攻)

Written by：Neil Davidge/Robert Del Naja

The city chews up clueless blues

Pays the views and no man's news

Blades will fade from blood to sport

The heroin's cut these fuses short

Smokers rode a colonial pig

Drink and frame this pain I think

I'm melting silver poles my dear

You beat your wings and then disappear

The moving scenes and pilot lights

Smithereens have got us scaling heights

Modern times come talk me down

The battle lines are drawn cross this town

Parisian boys without your names

Ghetto stones instead of chains

Talk them down cause it's up in flames

And nothing's changed

Parisian boys without your names

Riot like 1968 again

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

More pretty flames

In school I would just bite my tongue

And now your words they strike me dumb

The flags are false and they contradict

They point and click which wounds to lick

On avenues this christian breeze

Turns us on to more needles please

Our eyes roll back and we beg for more

Rephrase this skin and then underscore

The case for war you spin and bleed

The cells you fill screen savers feed

The girls you breed the soaps that you write

The graceless charm of your gutter snipes

The moving scenes and suburbanites

And smithereens got us scaling heights

Modern times come talk me down

The battle lines are drawn across this town

English boys without your names

Ghetto stones instead of chains

Hearts and minds and US planes

Nothing's changed

And English boys without your names

Riot like the 1980's again

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

More pretty flames