Get a message to the box men
Sick of hearing these lies
Tell ‘em make them in the millions
Best say I’m a medium size
Smile like a toothache, spitting in the wedding cake
In a grimace you imagine means power
Picture for your bedside, taken in a landslide
Give you comfort in your very last hour
Give you comfort in your very last hour
Somebody taught you take no prisoners
Somebody made you cruel
Your fire ignites – More heat than there’s light
But you never run out of fuel
Soul searching is out of the question
So who will you answer to?
Can you taste that flavour
Like a relic from the past
Everybody on their feet now
Pin your colours to the relevant mast
Sell a promise on a long-term future
When you lay your draconian law
We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges
From the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
From the wall
Somebody broke into your gene pool
Robbed you of empathy
You speak like a child who’s un-reconciled
When there’s anyone disagrees
Soul searching is out of the question
So who will you answer to?
Make a little dysfunction
With a goodly brain
Take a message to your masters
Tell ‘em all how everythings gonna change
See the sickness coming to the surface
Looking back upon a glorious past
Dismiss - this never existed
Looking for an enemy, stepping on the gas
We’ll be coming at you hard and fast
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
From the wall
Was there someone let you down?
And the futures not what it used to be
Was there someone let you down, down, down?
So get a message to the box men
Sick of hearing these lies
Tell ‘em make them in the millions
Best say I’m a medium size
Sell a promise on a long-term future
When you’re laying your draconian law
We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges
From the bricks that we pull from the wall
We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
From the wall
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2021
supported by 68 fans who also own “Bricks From The Wall (2021 Remix)”
I loved some of these first time around, some I was less enamoured with, but this is a great collection and some I was less then enamoured about are now transformed for example Thunderfuck and Bang! Tom take the money is as glorious as ever. Andy Castledine