Lyrics:
Granada Voice

todos dicen que de noche esta la Alhambra embrujada. Por el moro de Granada. Dicen que es verdad que su alma esta encantada por perder un dia Granada

if you classify as friends Chorus: 'Cause this is the voice (the voice), the voice (the voice) of Britain And you better believe it The voice (the voice), the voice (the voice

Where do I put the shame? It feels like a broken toy I can't play with anymore Where do I put the hate? To a pixelated screen I can't watch anymore

oh, to speak on one's feet to beat on one's brain the popular mechanics are at it again a tenement filled with side-show freaks assembled to downgrade

One, two big school Big school Servant to master Sinister bastard All the worlds are Colliding all around you Knowledge escapes you Society rapes you

Sometimes I get the feeling That you don't want me around But just when you are waking Just as the snakes are flaking Sometimes I get the feeling That

(so long) to sonar (goodbye) to confidence star peppered wheat germ dark colonies erratic constellations compile your filthiness in a balled up corner

In a world you think you understand stay put and tune to another plan(et?) It's up to you to stay put the shoe is on the other foot Driven to the fields

Man 1: I got little in this world. I give honesty without regret. One hundred dollars for that picture. I remember taking a picture with... Woman 1: