Art is a Weapon
B.I.3 F**k the Th***re
B.I.6 - It's the end of the beginning, mate
Bohemian Rude Boys
Looking over my left shoulder
At the right side of a car door which isn't open anymore it’s shut.
I suspect someone got in the back seat as I’m stood a few feet back.
Cant quite remember, cant quite recall, whats over that shoulder, maybe should've had a
Hands on my hands. Mouth over mouth
Wir Tanzen Wir Träumen
In a back seat of a car thats stolen
of a car
Torso in between legs. Chest against Chest.
In the back seat of a car thats stolen
Knees to knees- elbows on cut glass.
Speed brake turn, under the over pass.
Just 12 hours left.
Ich habe Angst.
The Bohemian Rude Boys are here at last.
And an aurora which unsettles the northern lights.
They orchestrate the nights corrupt.
And fucked up.
And mash ups.
And knackered bag heads
And two fish, shit fingers
Is not what you asked for they decide at what time you die.
Back to the 109
And Bohemian Rude Boy Rhyme
Intervention Records is an extension of our work within live performance.
B.I.3 Farage for you mate, eat your fucking cake
B.I.10 Dandilian Fires