mob

There is a mob
In the hills, on the lawns
Of this town
We run in packs
And your Rome will be sacked
Hear us howl
Blood on the floor
In a line to the door
Roll out the carpet
Now, don't be rude
Pull our chairs, play a tune
Hang our garments

You say it's love
What you've done to your kids?
As earth burns beneath our shoes
Smoke in our lungs
And a mess to fix
Turn us loose

This is a coup
Give the music its cue
As the flame dances
Coattails and gowns
Are our skin and our crown's
Made of branches
New royalty crowned
As rich as the ground
Is fertile
Out with the old
Their food's getting cold
Bring the bill

You call this love,
Cause you brought us here?
Scorched the Earth beneath our shoes?
If the water's gone
We'll have to drink your tears
What to do?

Royalty crowned
As rich as the ground
This is a coup
Give the music its cue

You call this love
To fight fire with fear?
we don't fear the news
One billion tongues
Not a single ear
What to do?



Credits
Writer(s): Sym Fera
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