I’ll burn the thorns off the mountains to see you
Knock out the bastards in The Way
Free the birds trapped in the cages
Herd up the peasants on the wall
Sitting next to none
I’ll wait to see what they won’t do
You ain’t got the gall, You ain’t got the aim
You ain’t got the nerve, You don’t understand
Sometimes the lights out in the city seem so
Not like The Light I know
You draw the lines
I cross just to see what you won’t do
You make the bed, I toss the sheets
Give a damn, What you say ain’t the way it’s done
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