That Crown Don't Make You a Prince Songtext
von Murder by Death
That Crown Don't Make You a Prince Songtext
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
He peels the wood from the walls
(To get to us)
He steals the the good from this town
So wash the black from your fingertips
Give in
Give in
Give in
Raise up from the cellars
Fill the streets with his dead
This time
This time
This time
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
He peels the wood from the walls
(To get to us)
He steals the the good from this town
So wash the black from your fingertips
Give in
Give in
Give in
Raise up from the cellars
Fill the streets with his dead
This time
This time
This time
Writer(s): Adam Turla, Matthew Armstrong, Sarah Balliet, Alexander Schrodt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
