Murder by Death
That Crown Don’t Make You a Prince
[Verse 1]
All the drunks in the alleys are taking 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
[Verse 2]
He peels the wood from the wall
To get to us
He steals the good from this town
So wash the black from your fingertips and fight
[Verse 3]
Raise up from the cellars
Fill the streets with his dead
This time, this time, this time