Dance of the Peddlers

Burning bright
The mighty white began the fight
Stealing voicemail in the night
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On what wings dare they aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And this
This cold blood is thicker than wine or water
More or less
Illusions should speak much louder now
Just clap
Stand
Watch the flickering candle
And a mirror angled to deflect a scandal

So when the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears
Did you smile your work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

One for all
They rise, we fall
A dirty brawl
Locked in stocks by the town hall
Hung from the wall
What the hammer?
What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?

On this
This green field
That suckles our sons and daughters
Cutting edge
A blade that brings us all to the slaughter
Clap
Stand
Listen to the sages
It's the middle ages
But with lesser wages

So when the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears
Did you smile your work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?