Believers - The Parlor Mob

The belly of the beast got the whole world crying

Shaking shaking the part of us dying

But all’s well in the house of cards

The senator sends his warmest regards

The snakes and the fakes got speach in spades

Your beady little eyes look tricks of the trade

But all dangerous, the ruined, unhealthy

They bow from your knees if you worry the wealthy come harm

Dream of deception

It’s for your protection

Follow your leaders

We are the believers

I got a — - of burning holes in my hand

I got a pain in my chest and in my soul’s sand

But down the bottle for the next eight years I see a long hard road another

trail of tears

Come home

Dream of deception

It’s for your protection

Follow your leaders

We are the believers

Well down in the valley where hope runs deep

We pay for sins and the price ain’t cheap

Cause the — - aint paid and the time ain’t right

Come home

Dream of deception

It’s for you protection

Follow your leaders

We are the believers