Crooks At Your Door - War From A Harlots Mouth

You’re living in a concrete cage

Under black concrete clouds

The concrete paths you walk with pride

You walk them gagged and folded blind

There is no hope — concrete fingers will squash your house

There is no hope — concrete teeth will chew your kind

There is no hope — your fat from wealth

There is no hope — will be ripped out

There is no hope — it will feed well

There is no hope — the starving wretch

I don’t want to be

Nailed to a concrete cross

I don’t want to obey

A concrete god

There is a crook at your door

With every second ring

They want to sell you the world

And though it’s tempting to give in

Don’t let them in

The concrete paths you walk with pride

You walk them gagged and folded blind

There is no hope

Your fat from wealth will be ripped out

It will feed well the starving wretch

I don’t want to be

Nailed to a concrete cross

I don’t want to obey

A concrete god