Bloc Party - The Answer lyrics

Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone

It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion

So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath

It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap

Pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola

Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn

We got rules to protect us

Isaac and Ishmael

The magazine says it's okay

Life as a billboard

If you are the answer

We are going straight to hell

Grown in a parental fugue

Weight loss in self respect

Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together

A new way into a lost answer