Mark Knopfler Is My Moral Compass

Closed caption inaction come on cast your consumed depressants
Adolescents cast the longest shadow
Fermented and fallow receiving from mis-opression
I’ll pose for the applause my sisyphistic so statuesque
I’m horseless and hostage in hostile territory
No soul to sell no skin to trade
(Sacrifices must be made)
The classic distractions condensed into one perfect package
My generation makes due with the minimum
Maxed out beyond disillusion
Dispense expected
Dancing in the dark, no means to make a mark
We’re desperate, get used to it
I’m horseless and hostage in hostile territory
No soul to sell no skin to trade
I’m holding hands with heathens
Got no light left to believe in
Some sacrifices must be made
Fifty pieces, fifty pieces, fifty pieces of flesh from each arm
Fifty pieces, fifty pieces, fifty pieces of flesh from each arm
Fifty pieces, fifty pieces, fifty pieces of flesh from each arm
Fifty pieces, fifty pieces, fifty pieces of flesh from each arm