The Constantines Long Distance Four Lyrics

Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout.
Let the audience in the riot drown the players out.
That scene is long since vacant.
All the great halls have been washed out.
This is no broken promise, no national lampoon.
My generation is a ghost town.
Roll me over, to the long distance four,
There's no order to these numbers.
For those stuck between the
wars,it's boredom beyond measure.Roll me
over.Collect the body of Isadora Duncan.Forget
your rock culture stuck in tow.Let my limbs hang crucified
from Naja Schonberg's bow.To the long distance
four,There's no order to these numbers.For those
stuck between the wars,it's boredom beyond
measure.Roll me over.Roll me over.Roll me
over.