Testo di Physical acts

Whatever happened to Brotherly Love? It lost its name in the hands of a flash mob Now the streets ain't safe to walk on The cities bleeding green and red Just pack your bags real tight and pay for the best It's a heart-attack called lust the Vine Street layabout Posers occupy for a thrill But you can't fight a war with your hand inside the till It's a heart-attack called lust (who needs you) the Vine Street layabout Make this real (the Broad Street layabout)