That Crown Don't Make You a Prince - Murder By Death

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