Breakdance on Broken Glass

We breakdance on broken glass
We haunt these cities with your face as the mask
You like to know but you are too afraid to ask
We’ve taken all of your wives and gave the whole town a bath
No reason for treason, we’ll stock you every season
You doubters love our style and every while ends with a smile
The sons look down to us, some get away with us
By the runs who mack for dust, our wounds are done destruction for us
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings
Deliver a spill of lies, hold faith upon your kings
You’ll know when we come cause this is the song we’ll sing
You’ll know when we come cause this is the song we’ll sing
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings
Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings