When People Like You Filled the Heavens Lyrics

Find me at the street we hide
We'll take a trip to the sunny side
Of the city with a knife that carves your luck

Make our way to the living noise
We sing our song to the Goldman boys
Who never had enough of anything

I was done with God
When people like you filled the heavens
Oh I'm done with it all
It's people like you who kill the better every time

To the fields of the young and drowned
Where love is lost and another found
To face the grey big world in a week or two

But we don't care, no we got our choice
And sing our song to the soldier toys
Who better forget soon whose side they're on

I was done with God
When people like you filled the heavens
Oh I'm done with it all
It's people like you who kill the better every time

And I ain't waiting for another day
I ain't waiting for another day
I ain't waiting for another day to go

I was done with God
When people like you filled the heavens
Oh I'm done with it all
It's people like you who kill the better every time

Every time
Every time
Every time
It's people like you who kill the better every time