Police helicopter
Your wonderful searchlight
You lull me to sleep at night
I can’t sleep without you
By grace of your bass response
By grace of adrenaline
I’ll fall flat upon my face
To fireworks and soaring strings

Molotov
You may not be that subtle but you’re alright
Molotov
And I shall be scattering your ashes on the town

You’re not like a wall of fire
You’re just one more person
We all make a molotov
We all get a move on
And we’re all gonna die like dogs
And we’re all gonna get through this
By grace of a roundhouse
By grace of a Glasgow kiss

And you’re not gonna die like dogs
And you’re all gonna get through this
By grace of a roundhouse
By grace of a Glasgow kiss