British Cigarettes - Guns and Oil Lyrics

Raining confetti
Raining confetti
But oh, what for?

Guns on the ready
Guns on the ready
Just to reach some score
Oh god, what a bore

Hear them cheer for war
Only wanting more
Than what they've been given

I'm down on the floor
Can't get through my door
Afraid of the hate that's risen
And they don't wanna listen
They just wanna fight

So, fight
Go throw your punches
I'm mid-flight
My brain's in bunches
'Cause we can't pass a bill through gargoyles
While you're still banking on guns and oil

Climb into hiding
Climb into hiding
Each day one more

Shooting the children
Shooting the children
Like it's a chore
And we don't blame the store

Hear them cheer for war
Only wanting more
Than what they've been given

I'm down on the floor
Can't get through my door
Afraid of the hate that's risen
And they don't wanna listen
They just wanna fight

So, fight
Go throw your punches
I'm mid-flight
My brain's in bunches
'Cause we can't pass a bill through gargoyles
While you're still banking on guns and oil

We don't need guns
We just need love
We got big buns
Why kill for fun

We don't violence
We just need love
We got big plans to riot
With weed and honey
So sweet, if you give me the chance
Don't meet me if you won't give me respect
I'm dancing the dance
But we won't pass
If we all just sit on our ass

Hear them cheer for war
Only wanting more
Than what they've been given

I'm down on the floor
Can't get through my door
Afraid of the hate -

So, fight
Go throw your punches
I'm mid-flight
My brain's in bunches
'Cause we can't pass a bill through gargoyles
While you're still banking on guns and oil