Parlour Bells - Speak Up lyrics

Old men are bending all the airwaves In the shapes of crosses It's coming back again They've come to shoot us in the wallets, Scrub us off with static And send us off to pray It's coming back again I'll be leaving with my friends with a bottle in my hand It's coming back Old foes are coming back in new clothes— They've traded in their armbands for a tuxedo Duct tape is all that stands between us, Between us and the airwaves It's coming back again It's coming back again I'll be leaving with my friends with a bottle in my hand It's coming back again I'll be getting out of hand, It's a circle in the end You say you don't hear your own voice like everybody else does And that you'll never know I just, I just want to tell you, that it is so beautiful And that you should speak up