P/Paul Spring/Armies of the Dawn (Feat. Mary Lattimore)
Rough hands silently wake Armies of the dawn On the twilight train Ride to the docks And the towers in droves Carrying a load Name without a name
While the smoke talkers Droppers of names High born sons With no skin in the game Finish their night On a rooftop glow They don't have a load We are not the same
Take the city as a liar Doesn't care about the truth Bring the beast to the doorstep Hide your dreams like troops
He's a jackal not a boss Put your week in a noose Gotta hold him accountable Comin home to roost Coming home to roost
5am shift white knuckle grip Daddy was raised Neath the throgsneck bridge I could count myself In the ranks of them But I want out and Im climbing
I preyed with the vultures The soul they steal Dragged a corpse In the dust of my wheels Feast on a lyre With a carrion call Shout my name From the city walls
Take the city as a liar Doesn't care about the truth Bring the beast to the doorstep Hide your dreams like troops
He's a jackal not a boss He'll put your week in a noose Gotta hold him accountable Coming home to roost Coming home to roostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
