Letra da Música: Catch Phrase of The Day - Exile Academy

Gotta take a chance somedayÂ…
But don't get in their way.
Because if you didÂ…
There'd be hell to pay.

She's a swivel on an old wooden horse.
Taking swings at the windows.
Along the lawn dances shadows from the grove.
They're busy chanting a familiar catch phrase.
'drain their blood from their bodies'
'let's flood these streets with a passion unknown'

I've got a fireball
That can shred these walls.

So use us like a fan attempting to divert the flames from your face.
We'll keep changing our path, because it leads to the same place.
That meadow never grows cold. Such a warm feeling takes over your bodyÂ…
like a curtain on a lawyer's soul.
So ask your mother what he saidÂ…
He said 'use me up. Spit me out. Take my spine. Sharpen your razor.
Kick me down. Beat me up. Take that gun. Disassemble your militia.'
Now is not the timeÂ…or ever will there be.
A timeÂ…you can hear that catch phrase calling!
'Guns. War. Crime lords. Politics. Weapons. Patriots.'

The ground is ten miles high.
Our hearts are stacked one by oneÂ…atop a pillar of blood red shame.
The sky is beneath the earth.
Vultures are circling this grave.
The four horsemen's path leads directly this way!

But, babyÂ…can't you hear that catch phrase calling your name?!

Can you hear that catch phrase calling?
Can you hear that catch phrase calling?
Can you hear that army on your face sprawlingÂ…?
Can you feel those talons clawing?

'Here's your ticket to fame and infinite shame.'