The Dears - Missiles Lyrics

Cold blood flowing through the veins of me and all of my friends
Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts
This start might be the end
There's no drama herem psycho-analyse for 'I'm a Negro'
Just trying to get by on very little
Missiles get guided through to our world

Tell me, tell me that I'm wrong, Lord
This stuff just tears me up
You are cool as a cucumber when you shout out, "Nigger, don't interrupt"
There's no drama herem psycho-analyse for 'I'm a Negro'
Just trying to get by on very little
Missiles get guided through to our world