Handsome Life Of Swing Lyrics - The Fake Sound Of Progress - Lostprophets

Write to someone, let the subject burn 

If it's slow for my reply then ignore the wait 

But as long as you want everything 

And as long as you won't ever do 

Return, return, return to you 

Point the blame, push the blame, who's to blame today? 

Point your finger, lose your mind, all you do is pray 

Look out, get down, fall down, your masquerade will do 

But in time my friend we all will see right through 

Inside won't be here to stay 

King for a day, that's all I'll say 

Such a party bum 

You should know that right away 

Let the subject burn 

And wish you all a fucking time 

It started burnin', it started burnin', it started burnin' 

[Incomprehensible] 

Point the blame, push the blame, who's to blame today? 

Point your finger, loose your mind, all you do is play 

Look out, get down, fall down, your masquerade will do 

But in time my friend we all will see right through 

Yes, in time, won't be here to stay 

King for a day, that's all I'll say 

But here, thought I got, got a home 

Sit down, got a home 

Got a home, got a home 

Got a home and I know