"The Tower" Songtext
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"The Tower" Songtext
High noon over Camelot
The fluorescent sun beat down over the rusted metal wasteland
As the Pendragon gang rode into town
Arthur was the brains of the outfit,
with Guinevere′s pistol and Lancelot's rifle following where he led
And here he led them to Camelot,
a two-cylinder town run by Lavinia Stone
As corrupt and cruel a Sheriff as you could
ever hope to meet, backed by her brutish clan
She knew why they′d come
They wanted her town
Avengers or conquerors, who's to say?
She spat a stream of tobacco that sizzled on the scorching steel floor
"Any sumbitch can pull this tin star from my stone cold hands
Makes 'em rightwise sheriff o′ this here town,"
The Pendragons nodded and took their positions on Main Street
The other end stood the family Stone, leering and cradling their guns
Arthur′s hand hovered over his Clarent 10 caliber railgun
An ancient weapon he took off a bandit tried
to bushwhack him in one of the flooded sectors
The sun flickered and brightened,
casting shadows from the run down saloon behind them
As the clock tower began to strike noon
The fluorescent sun beat down over the rusted metal wasteland
As the Pendragon gang rode into town
Arthur was the brains of the outfit,
with Guinevere′s pistol and Lancelot's rifle following where he led
And here he led them to Camelot,
a two-cylinder town run by Lavinia Stone
As corrupt and cruel a Sheriff as you could
ever hope to meet, backed by her brutish clan
She knew why they′d come
They wanted her town
Avengers or conquerors, who's to say?
She spat a stream of tobacco that sizzled on the scorching steel floor
"Any sumbitch can pull this tin star from my stone cold hands
Makes 'em rightwise sheriff o′ this here town,"
The Pendragons nodded and took their positions on Main Street
The other end stood the family Stone, leering and cradling their guns
Arthur′s hand hovered over his Clarent 10 caliber railgun
An ancient weapon he took off a bandit tried
to bushwhack him in one of the flooded sectors
The sun flickered and brightened,
casting shadows from the run down saloon behind them
As the clock tower began to strike noon
Writer(s): Kimberly Zinevich Becker, Francis Scianna, Daniel Scianna, William Stimson, Corey Plueard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com