Carl Barat and The Jackals - March of the Idle

Half a life
You watch the fires through your lonely eyes
Without your war paint on you won't survive
No point in trying if it's all a lie
The fire for the souls of the wicked and the dumb
The feeling they all know that was your life

Half a life
You watch the TV as the taxes rise
You think they're listening but try this for size
They weren't too bothered when the last one died
Wire on the souls of the wicked and the dumb
Extrapolate they come, that was your life

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It is the match of the idle

New life, hold your breath and count to 25
Remember cigarettes and moonlit drives
And think of me my love till sleep arrives
Rest for your soul, you're my heart beyond control
My breath, my rock 'n' roll
You are my life

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It's now the march of the idle

When you find your friend is your rival
It shouldn't hurt at all
It seems so normal to forget survival
Inside we are all having a (?)

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It''s now the big new revival

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It's now a new fucking bible