That Crown Don't Make You A Prince

All the drunks in the alleys are takin' up arms to undo their whole lives in a day

If their hearts they 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 good from this town

So wash the black from your fingertips

And give in

Give in

Give in

Raise up from the cellars

Fill the streets with his dead

This time

This time

This time.