That Crown Don't Make You a Prince

All the drunks in the alleys
Are takin up arms
To undo thier whole lives in a day
If thier hearts don’t change before long
In the heart of the beast they will lay
He peels the wood from the walls
To get to us He steals the the good from this town
So wash the black from your fingertips
Give in Give in Give in Raise up from the cellars
Fill the streets with his dead
This time
This time
This time