Late Night City Hawks

[Verse 1]
I don't know, no I don't know what I should do
The allen keys in front of you
No, I'm not sure, no I'm not sure what I should say
To twist the knife or turn away?
It goes to show what makes you love will make you weep
The moral is to turn the other screw
You slipped beneath, slipstream
Oh my, my, you turn the other cheek and turns my stomach
What makes you love, won't make you love, but makes you love is above right
But in the city and in self-pity, the doves are lower than the satellites

[Chorus]
Stop me at the junction where I said I'd break the drum but I've been sold, I'm sold
Tell me to resist, oh slap me harder I ball my fists but I've been sold, I'm sold

[Bridge]
Greyer than the commentary though the cameras rolling
If only I could turn the hands of time, but I'm feigning this straining
It's not a safer skate it's a stakeout, get your hands out of the cookie jar
I'm not sure where we are, but I want you to here in the centre

[Chorus]
Stop me at the junction where I said I'd break the drum but I've been sold, I'm sold
Tell me to resist, oh slap me harder I ball my fists but I've been sold, I'm sold

[Post-Chorus]
Drag me out of the water, throw me a lamb to slaughter
Tell our sons and daughters I've been sold

[Outro]
What makes you love won't make you love might break you
What makes you love won't make you love won't make you
What makes you love won't make you love might break you
What makes you love won't make you love won't make you