Blame It on the Boys - Dappled Cities

The aliens came down

The aliens came down and outside the window

They were giving powers to set heads on fire

To set heads on fire

To set heads on fire

A privilege sought by boys with lies it seemed the perfect afterthought

Paint brush in hand

Savage a nation with chaos

But the machinery was too sound in the circuits

Then the key of the game

Then the key of the game was deceiving and weaving

They all ran away

They all ran away

They all ran away through the many corridors

Of concreted blood soaked fame

Blame it on the boys

Blame it on the boys

Paint brush in hand

Savage a nation with chaos

But the machinery was too sound in the circuits