Stakes And Torches
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โฑ๏ธ 3:47 duration
๐ ID: 1204776
๐ Lyrics
Stakes and Torches
Synagogues and Bayonettes
Scythes, Pitchforks
A Syckle with a sharpened edge
Swords and Spades
And mallots that are made of lead
Anything at hand
Anything that can
Help us to remove the head
Of that filthy rich
Fat son of a bitch
While he's sleeping in his bed
Storm the steps
We break into the palace hall
Its so majestic
We are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries
As she crumbles to her knees
"I can understand
That the rich demand
An ammount of luxury
But id have never dreamed
It was so extreme
While we had nothing to eat
Synagogues and Bayonettes
Scythes, Pitchforks
A Syckle with a sharpened edge
Swords and Spades
And mallots that are made of lead
Anything at hand
Anything that can
Help us to remove the head
Of that filthy rich
Fat son of a bitch
While he's sleeping in his bed
Storm the steps
We break into the palace hall
Its so majestic
We are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries
As she crumbles to her knees
"I can understand
That the rich demand
An ammount of luxury
But id have never dreamed
It was so extreme
While we had nothing to eat
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:34.90] Stakes and Torches
[00:37.61] Synagogues and Bayonettes
[00:40.29] Scythes, Pitchforks
[00:43.11] A Syckle with a sharpened edge
[00:46.02] Swords and Spades
[00:48.50] And mallots that are made of lead
[00:52.13] Anything at hand
[00:53.65] Anything that can
[00:54.30] Help us to remove the head
[00:56.52] Of that filthy rich
[00:57.72] Fat son of a bitch
[00:58.95] While he's sleeping in his bed
[01:44.42] Storm the steps
[02:28.76] We break into the palace hall
[02:31.31] Its so majestic
[02:35.29] We are frozen in our awe
[02:37.76] Grandmother cries
[02:40.08] As she crumbles to her knees
[02:42.50] "I can understand
[02:43.95] That the rich demand
[02:44.84] An ammount of luxury
[02:47.34] But id have never dreamed
[02:48.74] It was so extreme
[02:49.64] While we had nothing to eat
[03:04.98]
[00:37.61] Synagogues and Bayonettes
[00:40.29] Scythes, Pitchforks
[00:43.11] A Syckle with a sharpened edge
[00:46.02] Swords and Spades
[00:48.50] And mallots that are made of lead
[00:52.13] Anything at hand
[00:53.65] Anything that can
[00:54.30] Help us to remove the head
[00:56.52] Of that filthy rich
[00:57.72] Fat son of a bitch
[00:58.95] While he's sleeping in his bed
[01:44.42] Storm the steps
[02:28.76] We break into the palace hall
[02:31.31] Its so majestic
[02:35.29] We are frozen in our awe
[02:37.76] Grandmother cries
[02:40.08] As she crumbles to her knees
[02:42.50] "I can understand
[02:43.95] That the rich demand
[02:44.84] An ammount of luxury
[02:47.34] But id have never dreamed
[02:48.74] It was so extreme
[02:49.64] While we had nothing to eat
[03:04.98]