For the famous, for the crowned
For the world so long
So hard to talk, hard to say
They've been at the door for days
And they won't go home
And they won't stand down
And if it feels like you've got doubt What's that about?
The unbelievers,
the bob and weavers Yeah,
they've got the highest count
Come, come, come quietly The Lord God of
commons and good morale
The talkers and the blockers and the
fraud Are gonna come and take our mind
Your son's got a song And I've looked before,
it's gone
Go ahead,
I'm down I've been found,
I've been seen
I've been at the door for days And I won't go home
And I won't stand down And if it feels like you've got doubt
What's that about?
The unbelievers,
the bob and weavers Yeah,
they've got the highest count
Come,
come,
come quietly The Lord God of commons and good morale
The talkers and the blockers and the
fraud Are gonna come and take our mind
Someone's got to fall
Someone's got to fall
Come quietly
For us to see
Yeah,
they've got the highest count Don't let it,
don't see
The fraud is gonna come and take our mind
The talkers and the blockers and the
fraud Are gonna come and take our mind
Your son's got to fall