Lyrics Believers - The Parlor Mob

Believers

The belly of the beast got the whole world crying
Shaking shaking the part of us dying
But all’s well in the house of cards
The senator sends his warmest regards
The snakes and the fakes got speach in spades
Your beady little eyes look tricks of the trade
But all dangerous, the ruined, unhealthy
They bow from your knees if you worry the wealthy come harm
Dream of deception
It’s for your protection
Follow your leaders
We are the believers
I got a — - of burning holes in my hand
I got a pain in my chest and in my soul’s sand
But down the bottle for the next eight years I see a long hard road another
trail of tears
Come home
Dream of deception
It’s for your protection
Follow your leaders
We are the believers
Well down in the valley where hope runs deep
We pay for sins and the price ain’t cheap
Cause the — - aint paid and the time ain’t right
Come home
Dream of deception
It’s for you protection
Follow your leaders
We are the believers