Protect Your Own

Call him a priest
Loosing face with thieves
Building up sticks of dry wood
To cast a flame, he reads believes he should
Any day Justice will serve you
Go ahead and take stock of your Kin
Close your hands and pray for a time of change
But know my faith is, Protect your Own;
Don’t hold your breath and wait for your day to come
Built on and underneath
This great house is a stack of receipts
If read them, debt owed be certain
But its turning, and loud below the streets
By the hand that feeds you
Any day Justice will serve you
Go ahead and take stock of your Kin
Close your hands and pray for a time of change
But know my faith is, Protect your Own;
Don’t hold your breath, waiting for your day to come
Don’t hold your breath and wait
And it’s coming down