Physical Acts Lyrics

Whatever happened to Brotherly Love?
It lost its name in the hands of a flash mob
Now the streets ain't safe to walk on
The cities bleeding green and red
Just pack your bags real tight and pay for the best
It's a heart-attack called lust
The Vine Street layabout
Posers occupy for a thrill
But you can't fight a war with your hand inside the till
It's a heart-attack called lust

(who needs you) the Vine Street layabout
Make this real (the Broad Street layabout)