Letra de Post No Bills

When the crash course turns around
I'll make an infidel in progress
Post! No!
Post no bills!
We'll be dying every day
We're tired, reticent and roguish
Infiltration underground
Death is such a simple sound
Plastic seeds under the town
Growing into lost and found
Post! No!
Post no bills!
When the crash course turns around
I'll make an infidel in progress
When the crash course turns around
They'll all sit around and watch us
Die! Die! Die!