Lyrics: Bloc Party. The Answer.

Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap Pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn We got rules to protect us Isaac and Ishmael The magazine says it's okay Life as a billboard If you are the answer We are going straight hell Grown in a parental fugue Weight loss in self respect Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together A new way into a lost answer