Half Moon - Tinlicker, Tinlicker feat. Morgan Jones

Standin' on the cornerstone

And I hear the larks are callin', larks are callin'

And I’ll be landin' on the borders of Rome

To see the kings are fallin', kings are fallin'

And we’ll be brandishing our daggers at home

Until the mornin’s dawnin', mornin’s dawnin'

And there’ll be killin' for a seat on the throne

Watch as knights are stormin', knights are stormin'

And we will tear it down

And we will tear it down

They say it’s easy to criticise in days like these

Living back side to front inside a cyanide dream

Fuelling greed, impresarios, and dressed up thieves

Clown suited in conjecture on these HD screens, before these

Whipper-snappers makin' all those toil

Bleedin' out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil

This is toy town junction, this dystopian free

And this a cast iron pity if you see what they see, so I said

Fire up the machine, these shots are loaded

They’re stretchin' your means, until your hands are folded

Slide up the ravine, these streets are never golden

Driving in your spleen, no blowing of emotion

No thanks and no please, they want it now or never

Where greed is the key, and I don’t feel so clever

Discreet in defeat, I’m more for hell in leather

So climb on your feet, and we can make it better

Standin' on the cornerstone

And I hear the larks are callin', larks are callin'

And I’ll be landin' on the borders of Rome

To see the kings are fallin', kings are fallin'

And we’ll be brandishing our daggers at home

Until the mornin’s dawnin', mornin’s dawnin'

And there’ll be killin' for a seat on the throne

Watch as knights are stormin', knights are stormin'

And we will tear it down

And we will tear it down

And we will tear it down

And we will tear it down

They say it’s easy to criticise in days like these

Living back side to front inside a cyanide dream

Fuelling greed, impresarios, and dressed up thieves

Clown suited in conjecture on these HD screens, before these

Whipper-snappers makin' all those toil

Bleedin' out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil

This is toy town junction, this dystopian free

And this a cast iron pity if you see what they see, so I said

Fire up the machine, these shots are loaded

They’re stretchin' your means, until your hands are folded

Slide up the ravine, these streets are never golden

Driving in your spleen, no blowing of emotion

No thanks and no please, they want it now or never

Where greed is the key, and I don’t feel so clever

Discreet in defeat, I’m more for hell in leather

So climb on your feet, and we can make it better

Standin' on the cornerstone

And I hear the larks are callin', larks are callin'

And I’ll be landin' on the borders of Rome

To see the kings are fallin', kings are fallin'

And we’ll be brandishing our daggers at home

Until the mornin’s dawnin', mornin’s dawnin'

And there’ll be killin' for a seat on the throne

Watch as knights are stormin', knights are stormin'

And we will tear it down