Letra de Come to New York, There Were Fewer Murders Last Year

Just like father
Just like your old man
A nasty piece of work
How dare you
Burn my house down
Right in front of me
At 2 am at 15,000 feet
Japan lights up like a circuit board
Smash and grab
Set plaster of Paris personalities
There's thumbprints on my eyes
So shake your fist at me
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
Fingers crossed
Fingers crossed
Broken fingers crossed
Broken fingers crossed
My telephone is always switched off
My telephone is always switched off
It would be pinstripes and tracksuits only
The soldiers would tape off the city
No one could ever find me
I'd be part of the furniture
I'm wet behind the ears
But you all look guilty to me
And you all look guilty to me
And you all look guilty to me
And you all look guilty to me
And you all look guilty to me
Everyones a suspect
Just admit it
Everyones a suspect
Just admit it
Everyones a suspect
Just admit it
Everyones a suspect
Just admit it
Everyones a suspect
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
I'm in with my shoes and socks off here
Sat waiting for justice in
Orchestrated mayhem, here
With my broken fingers crossed
Still small flowers crack motorways
And buildings built to harbour
Character assassinations
Just like father
Just like father
Please seek assistance
Please seek assistance
Please seek assistance
Smash and grab