Now the candle's in the window and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out with every gust
And we're hoping no, it must just burn to the bottom of the wick
It's the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning
We're still turning every table when it's needed
Not laying there defeated, no
We draw our bows back repeatedly then
Off with the arrows,
And the Gods and the Pharaohs
From the bottom of our hearts we're from he bottom of the barrel
Cause peril knows no bounds
And terror won't slow down
But there's a whole low down
Of beauty to be shown now
We broke ground and broke our backs stacking bricks
We never broke our promises;
You'll never know just half of it
We're adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy
And when our work is done, then we'll call our shares
Worthy in this land of milk and honey, we're too shy to say we're thirsty
We just make a little money and we
And we buy a little mercy
No more my lord
No more my lord
Lord I'll never turn back
No more my lord
If you welcome every trespass then every tramp's a guest
Give what they would take from you then every theft's a gift
Hold too tightly to what's in your hands or in your chest
And the future it won't open
Palm reader's can't work fists
Broken bones are stronger for the breaking
No, the danger's in the bending
Those concessions that you never can take back
Curl you round a cane you're still in tact, but not quite lame
Better to grit your teeth, ready the cast and let it snap
We're always first to come in we're running when we hit the ground
We never do leave early
Stand sentry at the lost and found
We just make a little money
And we
We start that long walk into town where we buy a little mercy
So no more talk about the backfires
This time we fire back
Light a match and light the past up before it catches up
We'll raise a mast and cast off
Yeah, we'll break some legs we'll mend em and then we'll take the casts off
Now, we've had our losses
We've had our victories
We've sat across from every victim of their misery
That pounding in our chests was just a symptom of our sympathy
And we lay ourselves to rest with both our winnings and our injuries
We're so hungry
We're so thirsty
I'm gonna hunt until it hurts me (and it hurts me)
And it's aching (it's aching)
We're so thirsty
But, we're gonna make a little money and we'll
We'll buy a little mercy