كلمات Violent Demeanour

White knuckle alabastor you're on a traffic island with a bag of birthday cards You're searching for a flick knife in the glovebox It's a write off No unauthorised personnel behind these lines Without ID cards Handguns are widely available I've a violent demeanour So tie me to a chair Until it's out of my system Until it's out of my system Down the Shanghai tunnels White knuckle alabastor You talk to Jesus You talk to Jesus In a photobooth He wants your bank details Your date of birth confess the truth The institutions with the metal hearts Chain the mentally ill to destitute walls The wards of state do not illuminate the margins I've a violent demeanour So tie me to a chair Until it's out of my system Until it's out of my system Down the Shanghai tunnels There you were at the start of life Looking up into your mothers eyes Now there's pennies on your eyelids I've a violent demeanour So tie me to a chair Until it's out of my system Down the Shanghai tunnels I've a violent demeanour