Im the hard luck kid
Throw the bones on the fire
Tear holes through worlds
Makin change through violence
Whos really
runnin
The place you call home
Wholl climg the mountain
Sell their kisses for gods love
Obsolete factories
On rust
ground dying
Formula cancer
Americas crying
Decline beauty
Worship icons
Its your religion
Do what you are
told
From the top of the mountain
Baby were fallin hard down
From the top of the mountain
Baby were fallin hard
down
Out in the streets
Throw the books on the fire
Let them eat debt
While they starve on desire
Whos really runnin
The place we call home
Its your religion
Believe in the gilded throne
From the top of the mountain
All doomed liars
fall
From the top of the mountain
To where the people crawl
From the top of the mountain
To the hard ground below
To the
ones youve forgotten
Well dance on your tombs
Walk with me
To the heart of the city
To the purple mountains
Through the
nation of death
That steals our future
Programs the child
Makes change through violence
While cries for freedom
It worships
control
And speaks of hollow victories
Of the land it stole
From the top of the mountain
Baby were fallin hard
down
From the top of the mountain
To where the people crawl
From the top of the mountain
To the hard ground below
To the
ones youve forgotten
Well dance on your tombs
