Lyrics Half Moon - Tinlicker, Tinlicker feat. Morgan Jones

Half Moon

Standin' on the cornerstone
And I hear the larks are callin', larks are callin'
And I’ll be landin' on the borders of Rome
To see the kings are fallin', kings are fallin'
And we’ll be brandishing our daggers at home
Until the mornin’s dawnin', mornin’s dawnin'
And there’ll be killin' for a seat on the throne
Watch as knights are stormin', knights are stormin'
And we will tear it down
And we will tear it down
They say it’s easy to criticise in days like these
Living back side to front inside a cyanide dream
Fuelling greed, impresarios, and dressed up thieves
Clown suited in conjecture on these HD screens, before these
Whipper-snappers makin' all those toil
Bleedin' out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil
This is toy town junction, this dystopian free
And this a cast iron pity if you see what they see, so I said
Fire up the machine, these shots are loaded
They’re stretchin' your means, until your hands are folded
Slide up the ravine, these streets are never golden
Driving in your spleen, no blowing of emotion
No thanks and no please, they want it now or never
Where greed is the key, and I don’t feel so clever
Discreet in defeat, I’m more for hell in leather
So climb on your feet, and we can make it better
Standin' on the cornerstone
And I hear the larks are callin', larks are callin'
And I’ll be landin' on the borders of Rome
To see the kings are fallin', kings are fallin'
And we’ll be brandishing our daggers at home
Until the mornin’s dawnin', mornin’s dawnin'
And there’ll be killin' for a seat on the throne
Watch as knights are stormin', knights are stormin'
And we will tear it down
And we will tear it down
And we will tear it down
And we will tear it down
They say it’s easy to criticise in days like these
Living back side to front inside a cyanide dream
Fuelling greed, impresarios, and dressed up thieves
Clown suited in conjecture on these HD screens, before these
Whipper-snappers makin' all those toil
Bleedin' out the grease-monkeys for the cogs in the coil
This is toy town junction, this dystopian free
And this a cast iron pity if you see what they see, so I said
Fire up the machine, these shots are loaded
They’re stretchin' your means, until your hands are folded
Slide up the ravine, these streets are never golden
Driving in your spleen, no blowing of emotion
No thanks and no please, they want it now or never
Where greed is the key, and I don’t feel so clever
Discreet in defeat, I’m more for hell in leather
So climb on your feet, and we can make it better
Standin' on the cornerstone
And I hear the larks are callin', larks are callin'
And I’ll be landin' on the borders of Rome
To see the kings are fallin', kings are fallin'
And we’ll be brandishing our daggers at home
Until the mornin’s dawnin', mornin’s dawnin'
And there’ll be killin' for a seat on the throne
Watch as knights are stormin', knights are stormin'
And we will tear it down