| Song | The Kids Are Sick Again |
| Artist | Maxïmo Park |
| Album | Quicken The Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The comforting ache | |
| Of the summer holidays | |
| Pointless days pining | |
| Afternoons whining | |
| The suburbs scream | |
| At passers by | |
| They scream of escape | |
| A mute siren | |
| In wasted light | |
| Hope takes flight | |
| I don’t mind losing self-respect | |
| I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again | |
| I’m stifled tonight, which is fine | |
| I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again | |
| Billboards evanesce | |
| Under regular beams of light | |
| Toothpaste smiles | |
| Don’t seem so bright | |
| Homogenize! | |
| Don’t revise! | |
| I don’t mind losing self-respect. | |
| I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. | |
| I’m thwarted tonight, which is fine | |
| You see I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to. |
| The comforting ache | |
| Of the summer holidays | |
| Pointless days pining | |
| Afternoons whining | |
| The suburbs scream | |
| At passers by | |
| They scream of escape | |
| A mute siren | |
| In wasted light | |
| Hope takes flight | |
| I don' t mind losing selfrespect | |
| I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again | |
| I' m stifled tonight, which is fine | |
| I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again | |
| Billboards evanesce | |
| Under regular beams of light | |
| Toothpaste smiles | |
| Don' t seem so bright | |
| Homogenize! | |
| Don' t revise! | |
| I don' t mind losing selfrespect. | |
| I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again. | |
| I' m thwarted tonight, which is fine | |
| You see I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to. |
| The comforting ache | |
| Of the summer holidays | |
| Pointless days pining | |
| Afternoons whining | |
| The suburbs scream | |
| At passers by | |
| They scream of escape | |
| A mute siren | |
| In wasted light | |
| Hope takes flight | |
| I don' t mind losing selfrespect | |
| I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again | |
| I' m stifled tonight, which is fine | |
| I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again | |
| Billboards evanesce | |
| Under regular beams of light | |
| Toothpaste smiles | |
| Don' t seem so bright | |
| Homogenize! | |
| Don' t revise! | |
| I don' t mind losing selfrespect. | |
| I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again. | |
| I' m thwarted tonight, which is fine | |
| You see I' ve done it before and I' ll do it again | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to | |
| They jumped the cliff again | |
| Future sinks beneath the blue. | |
| The kids are sick again. | |
| Nothing to look forward to. |