The Pop Song - The Rapture

Children died

Too serve my (?)

I tied a rope i tied a lullabye

And lala i said i tatter way up high

And when you lay yourself down to rest

Sometimes a lemon flyeying though your head

Your growing older

Your growing older

Your growing old

You got let down

You had to tell your lie

Down on the grind

Your seen way way up high

And when when yuo

Lay yourself down to bed

Through your rolling victims and silence-head