When People Like You Filled the Heavens - French Films

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