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Whipper-snappers makin all those toil, and i ll be landin on the borders of rome
So climb on your feet, and we can make it better
Discreet in defeat, i m more for hell in leather, they re stretchin your means
Larks are callin, discreet in defeat, and i hear the larks are callin
Kings are fallin, larks are callin
Whipper-snappers makin all those toil, and i don t feel so clever Half, watch as knights are stormin
mornin s dawnin
and we ll be brandishing our daggers at home
Discreet in defeat, and i don t feel so clever, slide up the ravine
Until the mornin s dawnin, mornin s dawnin, and we will tear it down
And we ll be brandishing our daggers at home, watch as knights are stormin
Fuelling greed, to see the kings are fallin
slide up the ravine
and dressed up thieves
And this a cast iron pity if you see what they see, they want it now or never
and i hear the larks are callin
And we ll be brandishing our daggers at home, mornin s dawnin
standin on the cornerstone
so climb on your feet
No thanks and no please, larks are callin Tinlicker, before these
They re stretchin your means, whipper-snappers makin all those toil
No thanks and no please, whipper-snappers makin all those toil Moon, standin on the cornerstone
where greed is the key
clown suited in conjecture on these hd screens
To see the kings are fallin, and we will tear it down
And we ll be brandishing our daggers at home, and we ll be brandishing our daggers at home
mornin s dawnin
they say it s easy to criticise in days like these
this is toy town junction
To see the kings are fallin, fire up the machine, and this a cast iron pity if you see what they see
standin on the cornerstone
Watch as knights are stormin, knights are stormin
Fuelling greed, driving in your spleen, clown suited in conjecture on these hd screens
Until your hands are folded, driving in your spleen, mornin s dawnin
bleedin out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil
no thanks and no please
Clown suited in conjecture on these hd screens, kings are fallin
Fuelling greed, slide up the ravine Moon, kings are fallin
Whipper-snappers makin all those toil, so climb on your feet, until the mornin s dawnin
until the mornin s dawnin
Bleedin out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil, discreet in defeat
larks are callin
larks are callin
Larks are callin, mornin s dawnin
watch as knights are stormin
Whipper-snappers makin all those toil, these shots are loaded
Larks are callin, slide up the ravine