Time is Up

Duration

3:45

Genres

Alt. Rock

Description

Lyrics

put your dresses on and march out to the fire warm your bones while the prairie burns the wheat to wire your cross of gold for stolen bread your horsewhipped hands too broke to keep the children fed what you gonna do your time's up tie your ribbons tight tied in the latest style purr into the mike and smile your dripping smile your Mirrored Hall, your millionth face the smell of plenty balmed with myrrh the dogs that take the children's place the killing face on building sidewalls sirens coming, hard boots running the finest out to run the cow call and we can't say we saw it coming what you gonna do your time’s up burn all messages burn, the shops and stalls burn, the baby carriages and burn, the walls the Vandals shout through broken gates our feet are slipping on the frost we run to meet where no one waits the plated faces at our feet through the flooded streets we're falling every mother giving God her child and everywhere the drums are calling what you gonna do your time's up