Cliche Guevara Songtext / Lyric

And we'll keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.

the last threats came and went,
this is the way that wars are played.

always heading for a front,
heading for a front,

we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that objection is so cliche.
a new waaay on [x4]
so can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.

well there's a lot of things that should be said,
so we're hammering six strings,

machine gun in audible voices,
this is the party we came for.

a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...
we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.

with plans of invasion and arms races racing we rock to the new sensation.

a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...