Traders and Thieves

Sun is rising
Above the ruins where no one dares to go
We live underground
The streets of red clay are now our home
Speakers screaming
Time to put your wares on display
Trade is paramount
Fratricide can begin anew

Vendors cry their offers loud
Drink white wine and cough in black
Like tar and gravel rivers
Which brought us peace

Sold our emperor bigger guns
The fattest one rolls the dice
Looks around and slaps his whore
Sold our emperor bigger guns
The fattest one rolls the dice
Looks around and sees

Every word in metal, letters fall off the gates
Gold watch gritted by the impatient teeth
Greed carves up wars, blood begets blood
The old whip and coin

Sun is rising
Above the ruins where no one dares to go
We live underground
No more

She draws her knife
And rolls the dice
She draws her knife
And rolls the dice
Boxcars

Every word in metal, letters fall off the gates
Gold watch gritted by the impatient teeth
Greed carves up wars, blood begets blood
The old whip and coin

She breaks the glass dome
She's free to cut through tomorrow



Credits
Writer(s): Jiri Franc
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