Lletres: The Walkmen. Lisbon. Victory.

:
My lord, where is a 'Thank you'?
Someone honest to me
My lord, where's satisfaction?
It's all uphill for me

I've been faithful
And I've been sweet
Say I lost my marble
They don't speak for me

Don't keep it quiet
Say to me
Whatever you like
Victory red beside me

We all get even
We all get white
Take what's good for me
I know what I find

Victory right beside me
There's blood all over my head
Victory should be mine

Oh, string you're alone now
Lord, where have you gone?
I want to call it memory
Now watch them roll on

Victory right beside me
There's so much blood
All over my hands
Victory right beside me
I've blood, blood on my hands