All the drunks in the alleys are takin' up arms to undo their
whole lives in a day if their hearts they don't change before
long in the heart of the beast they will lay he tears the wood
from the walls to get to us he steals the good from this town so
wash the black from your fingertips and fight raise up from the
cellars fill the streets with his dead this time.
Send "That Crown Don't Mak…" Ringtone to your Cell 
