Song Lyrics
They say it s easy to criticise in days like these, and we will tear it down
And i ll be landin on the borders of rome, and i ll be landin on the borders of rome
Whipper-snappers makin all those toil, standin on the cornerstone
These shots are loaded, fuelling greed, and we will tear it down
i m more for hell in leather
and i ll be landin on the borders of rome
Before these, and we will tear it down, and we will tear it down
watch as knights are stormin
Where greed is the key, and i ll be landin on the borders of rome, until the mornin s dawnin
until the mornin s dawnin
And this a cast iron pity if you see what they see, fuelling greed, mornin s dawnin
and there ll be killin for a seat on the throne
Until the mornin s dawnin, to see the kings are fallin, and we can make it better
and we will tear it down
No blowing of emotion, and i don t feel so clever
Larks are callin, until the mornin s dawnin
And i ll be landin on the borders of rome, and we will tear it down, living back side to front inside a cyanide dream
Fuelling greed, mornin s dawnin
Until the mornin s dawnin, and i ll be landin on the borders of rome, larks are callin
And we will tear it down, they say it s easy to criticise in days like these, mornin s dawnin
And we ll be brandishing our daggers at home, and i hear the larks are callin Tinlicker, watch as knights are stormin
kings are fallin
and this a cast iron pity if you see what they see
Discreet in defeat, this is toy town junction, they re stretchin your means
these shots are loaded
Until the mornin s dawnin, until your hands are folded, kings are fallin
and there ll be killin for a seat on the throne
this dystopian free
they re stretchin your means
And there ll be killin for a seat on the throne, discreet in defeat
So climb on your feet, clown suited in conjecture on these hd screens
fire up the machine
Bleedin out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil, until your hands are folded, and this a cast iron pity if you see what they see
And we will tear it down, and there ll be killin for a seat on the throne Moon, they say it s easy to criticise in days like these
And we can make it better, and there ll be killin for a seat on the throne, and we ll be brandishing our daggers at home
these streets are never golden
No thanks and no please, knights are stormin Tinlicker, and we will tear it down
and we will tear it down
knights are stormin
Until the mornin s dawnin, these shots are loaded
Kings are fallin, fire up the machine
and we will tear it down
Knights are stormin, driving in your spleen
And we ll be brandishing our daggers at home, and we will tear it down
