| Song | Savages |
| Artist | The Indelicates |
| Album | Songs For Swinging Lovers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape | |
| And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about | |
| And darlin’ you know, | |
| You know that you’re better than this | |
| Darlin’ you know, | |
| You know you are better than this | |
| But we are ash and we are books | |
| Coffee-stained and overlooked | |
| We are ornamental swords | |
| Forged for the peace after the war | |
| And the world has no need | |
| of the songs than we sang | |
| We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
| Hang, hang, hang. | |
| The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance | |
| And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island | |
| Darling you know | |
| That there’s no place for us | |
| We’ll build and we’ll sweat | |
| But there’s no place for us | |
| No Ithaca no home | |
| We are Greeks in the age of Rome | |
| With no right to criticise | |
| The happily dull, to Grecian eyes | |
| And the world has no need | |
| of the songs that we sang | |
| We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
| Hang, hang, hang. | |
| The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized | |
| And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world | |
| And darlin you know | |
| You know we’re better unheard | |
| Darlin you know | |
| You know we’re better unserved | |
| The Brave new futures we have seen | |
| Filled with beautiful machines | |
| Greener pastures, clearer skies | |
| And not one such as you or I | |
| As the dust shall settle sweetly | |
| on the songs that we sang | |
| We are savages you and I, | |
| And we will Hang, hang, hang | |
| Hang, Hang, Hang. |
| The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape | |
| And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about | |
| And darlin' you know, | |
| You know that you' re better than this | |
| Darlin' you know, | |
| You know you are better than this | |
| But we are ash and we are books | |
| Coffeestained and overlooked | |
| We are ornamental swords | |
| Forged for the peace after the war | |
| And the world has no need | |
| of the songs than we sang | |
| We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
| Hang, hang, hang. | |
| The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance | |
| And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island | |
| Darling you know | |
| That there' s no place for us | |
| We' ll build and we' ll sweat | |
| But there' s no place for us | |
| No Ithaca no home | |
| We are Greeks in the age of Rome | |
| With no right to criticise | |
| The happily dull, to Grecian eyes | |
| And the world has no need | |
| of the songs that we sang | |
| We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
| Hang, hang, hang. | |
| The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized | |
| And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world | |
| And darlin you know | |
| You know we' re better unheard | |
| Darlin you know | |
| You know we' re better unserved | |
| The Brave new futures we have seen | |
| Filled with beautiful machines | |
| Greener pastures, clearer skies | |
| And not one such as you or I | |
| As the dust shall settle sweetly | |
| on the songs that we sang | |
| We are savages you and I, | |
| And we will Hang, hang, hang | |
| Hang, Hang, Hang. |
| The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape | |
| And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about | |
| And darlin' you know, | |
| You know that you' re better than this | |
| Darlin' you know, | |
| You know you are better than this | |
| But we are ash and we are books | |
| Coffeestained and overlooked | |
| We are ornamental swords | |
| Forged for the peace after the war | |
| And the world has no need | |
| of the songs than we sang | |
| We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
| Hang, hang, hang. | |
| The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance | |
| And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island | |
| Darling you know | |
| That there' s no place for us | |
| We' ll build and we' ll sweat | |
| But there' s no place for us | |
| No Ithaca no home | |
| We are Greeks in the age of Rome | |
| With no right to criticise | |
| The happily dull, to Grecian eyes | |
| And the world has no need | |
| of the songs that we sang | |
| We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
| Hang, hang, hang. | |
| The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized | |
| And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world | |
| And darlin you know | |
| You know we' re better unheard | |
| Darlin you know | |
| You know we' re better unserved | |
| The Brave new futures we have seen | |
| Filled with beautiful machines | |
| Greener pastures, clearer skies | |
| And not one such as you or I | |
| As the dust shall settle sweetly | |
| on the songs that we sang | |
| We are savages you and I, | |
| And we will Hang, hang, hang | |
| Hang, Hang, Hang. |