Lyrics: Maccabees. Colour It in. All In Your Rows.

So, it's stars and crosses
Reasoning for losses
You learn right from wrong and then

You write the book yourself
Right the wrongs, you know
And then you're all in your rows

All in your rows
All in your rows
All in your rows

Domination favorin' with war-torn tradition
Picking holes in holy
And in blinkered vision

You left us standing with no understanding
There's no give
Here's no give

And then you're all in your rows
All in your rows
All in your rows
All in your rows

The cityscape and countryside
You've got local boys, they're going nationwide

So here's your church
And here's your steeple

And you're locking your doors
To keep in all the people, let them go