Behind the surgeon's tent Muzzles at the door Wait for the scraps Growl for more Under the shadow Talon and threat The crown of creation Victim of fleeces And ichor up to his neck
So say the chorus of predator drones Cower as savages, fight over bones Campfires cool under violet skies One by one the scavengers rise
The trenches are filled Stones are laid The ledger runs black The wagon man is paid Outside the surgeon's tent There's a look in their eyes And the crown of creation Is more than happy to oblige
So say the chorus of predator drones Cower as savages, fight over bones Campfires cool under violet skies One by one the scavengers rise
Will you accompany me to Manassas and watch the show? Perch on the picket, watch the whole thing unfold? See how they leave their standards and run with pieces of country and gods? When they are dust it's just between us, the shovel, the vulture, the dogsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
