Candle Box
Candle Box
Home sweet home
candle box soon cinder
better to watch it burn
than to it's content be put to the curb
good bye cruel world good bye
I'm coming after you
I'll arm the poor with words
You've left me nothing else to do
good bye republican
good bye democrat
I'll start a working mans party
but I'm afraid it's probably to late
hell is knocking on our gates
and I don't know how we're going to keep him out
now that we've let him in
our nations morals decaying us from within
make your cock bigger take a pill
don't you know it makes the little ones ill
or do you care
greed and lust on the front of your minds
and the week easy ministers have left us all blind
and there can be no Sabbaths upon a sinking ship
upon false gods we tripped
and mammon has risen to great heights
and the well to do earn free flights
while taking advantage of the poor
no more
no, no more
the kingdom of heaven is at hand
and I'm out to tell every man
and those who believe will bring you down
into the ground where you belong
to love money more than your neighbor
is just plain wrong
and everybody deserves a place to live
Aughhhh but the greedy, they don't give
we wont be seeing you much longer
no not much longer
Love hold fast to your faith
for the end is coming at an accelerated pace
tell those who are far away
to come home
come home
come home
come
home
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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