Mob Scene - Dead Confederate

Hail hail, God’s dead, I’m wet

Soaked in a Roman bath of gold and green

Back back, hard stares, envy

Gotta get clean I got my maker to meet

Down down, hard ground, mob scene

The Proles in the gallery are letting off steam

Back back, handshakes, crooked smiles

Had enough of hangin' round just so you can take what’s mine