Tear Down the Wall
I'm not gonna miss you
Never knew you
Never picked you
No
Don't know what's behind your face
But it ain't human
You look like a snake, when you lurk in the shadows
Why don't we open more prisons
And close down the public schools
Make the kids sit and listen
While we all keep playing the fool
Whoo
Listen up
If powers are falling, let's tear down the wall
This is a buyout
It's a shakedown
Give us more, more, more
Stomp on little people
Keep em small
When you're born in the trenches
Gotta roll with the punches till you fall
And we can't tax the churches
Cause we gotta keep the hope alive
Make the kids earn forgiveness
With the hand of god on their thigh
If we can't make em listen
Then we gotta tear down the wall
Oh, yeah
Tear down the wall
Alright
You hear that?
Steady hands on a flaming gun
Speaking lines with your devil tongue
A dead hound could sniff you out
But you're still fooling half of everyone
Your shaking hand's on the word of god
But everyone lies under the oath
And in the end they're spending all their time
Painting it white and calling it gold
And if you tell em it's business
Then they won't take it personal
Got one thing on your wish list
A dollar-sign for a broken bone
Ooh, ooh
Never knew you
Never picked you
No
Don't know what's behind your face
But it ain't human
You look like a snake, when you lurk in the shadows
Why don't we open more prisons
And close down the public schools
Make the kids sit and listen
While we all keep playing the fool
Whoo
Listen up
If powers are falling, let's tear down the wall
This is a buyout
It's a shakedown
Give us more, more, more
Stomp on little people
Keep em small
When you're born in the trenches
Gotta roll with the punches till you fall
And we can't tax the churches
Cause we gotta keep the hope alive
Make the kids earn forgiveness
With the hand of god on their thigh
If we can't make em listen
Then we gotta tear down the wall
Oh, yeah
Tear down the wall
Alright
You hear that?
Steady hands on a flaming gun
Speaking lines with your devil tongue
A dead hound could sniff you out
But you're still fooling half of everyone
Your shaking hand's on the word of god
But everyone lies under the oath
And in the end they're spending all their time
Painting it white and calling it gold
And if you tell em it's business
Then they won't take it personal
Got one thing on your wish list
A dollar-sign for a broken bone
Ooh, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Mccarthy, Harry Springer
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