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Battleships Lyrics

Woop woop woop woop woop
I'm on a mission to make you listen
Every organ never gleamed and it never glistened
I waited for a time that never did arrive
Dialling triple nine
Woop woop woop woop woop
I need to take a little time to try and find my temper
I'm in the rough, had enough until the touch is tender
I feel like world war three is going on inside of me
A game of battleships somewhere in-between my hips

[chorus]
It's an emergency
selling silence so that everyone's a testing, the same adrenalin
It's a matter of emergency,
somebody's running alone
woop woop woop woop woop

All aboard the vain train
A direct route from my heart to my brain
I jim and jumped the line to the centre of my mind
There's something in my chest
would suggest a cardiac arrest
Woop woop woop woop woop
Now i don't give a d*** for the man
who gets what he wants from whoever he can
I take my keys to the side of this car
I shave words in his head and the hair from his arms
[woop woop woop woop woop]
It's a
It's an emergency
selling silence so that everyone's a testing, the same adrenalin
It's a matter of emergency,
somebody's running alone
woop woop woop woop woop

It's an emergency
selling silence so that everyone's a testing, the same adrenalin
It's a matter of emergency,
somebody's running alone
woop woop woop woop woop
It's an emergency
It's an emergency
It's an emergency
It's an emergency
Woop woop woop woop woop

It's an emergency
selling silence so that everyone's a testing, the same adrenalin
It's a matter of emergency,
somebody's running alone
Woop woop woop woop woop

It's an emergency
Selling silence so that everyone's a testing, the same adrenalin
It's a matter of emergency,
somebody's running alone
Woop woop woop woop woop

At the same time as the last chorus there is:
[I'm hearing the siren, is somebody dying?
I'm hearing the siren, is somebody dying?
I'm hearing the siren, is somebody dying?]
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