Tombstone Road - Shayfer James

Oh the air is here is getting thick

From all the dirty ciga-rhetoric

Oh I can feel my inside turning black

And if words were dollars I’d want mine back

Ooooh, every body gather round

They better head for higher ground

Ooooh, ever body gather round

We’re gonna burn this building down

You know for every Tombstone Road they pave

They’re gonna throw a tickertape parade

And every thousand years that trickle by

They’ll find another prophet to crucify

Ooooh, every body gather round

They better head for higher ground

Ooooh, ever body gather round

We’re gonna burn this village down

And when they’re warm and cozy in their beds

We’re gonna paint ourselves in black and red

We’re gonna batter down the gilded doors

And put the writing on the walls

And the ceilings, and the floors

Anywhere we fancy the truth belongs

Ooooh, every body gather round

They better head for higher ground

Ooooh, ever body gather round

We’re gonna burn this city down