
Date of issue: 14.07.2016
Song language: English
Writings on the Wall |
When you’re born in the dirt the only way to grow is up |
So we reach for the sun but it seems |
Every rung that you climb is another crooked line |
That you cross off the tally of your dreams |
Don’t step out of line kid, you learn it pretty fast |
Every face has its place in the crowd |
They’ll give you all the answers, so you don’t ask any questions |
Then they’ll march you with a smile into the ground |
And we all go to heaven in a little row boat |
So put your hands up, put your hands up |
If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
This stray dog world, this sick sad place |
Got a belly full of maggots and disease |
Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse |
Every word is a lie you best believe |
We take one step forward, then two steps back |
In a race to the bottom of the barrel |
They teach us how to fear |
They teach us how to hate |
Then they arm us and they march us off to hell |
And its left, left, left right left |
So put your hands up, put your hands up |
If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
Because they came for our minds |
We said nothing |
They came for our hopes |
We said nothing |
They came for our souls |
And still we said nothing |
Now they’re coming for our lives |
So what’s it gonna take |
What’s it gonna take |
See how they run, see how they run |
So put your hands up, put your hands up |
If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop |