Late Night City Hawks - Jason Nolan

I don’t know, no I don’t know what I should do

The allen keys in front of you

No, I’m not sure, no I’m not sure what I should say

To twist the knife or turn away?

It goes to show what makes you love will make you weep

The moral is to turn the other screw

You slipped beneath, slipstream

Oh my, my, you turn the other cheek and turns my stomach

What makes you love, won’t make you love, but makes you love is above right

But in the city and in self-pity, the doves are lower than the satellites

Stop me at the junction where I said I’d break the drum but I’ve been sold,

I’m sold

Tell me to resist, oh slap me harder I ball my fists but I’ve been sold,

I’m sold

Greyer than the commentary though the cameras rolling

If only I could turn the hands of time, but I’m feigning this straining

It’s not a safer skate it’s a stakeout, get your hands out of the cookie jar

I’m not sure where we are, but I want you to here in the centre

Stop me at the junction where I said I’d break the drum but I’ve been sold,

I’m sold

Tell me to resist, oh slap me harder I ball my fists but I’ve been sold,

I’m sold

Drag me out of the water, throw me a lamb to slaughter

Tell our sons and daughters I’ve been sold

What makes you love won’t make you love might break you

What makes you love won’t make you love won’t make you

What makes you love won’t make you love might break you

What makes you love won’t make you love won’t make you