Your mother and father walked out of the cityBound together as they were bound to beTo pull the fortune from the riverDrank the syrup from the treeKith and kinWhen the ice gets thinA forage and we'll fendAs you deliverWe'll begin to deliver themYour father on the radioYour mother on the hillPut these words togetherWith their bodies and their willKith and kinWhen the ice gets thinA forage and we'll fendAs you deliverAs you deliverWe'll begin to deliver themShow your faces, hear the soundThere's a new king coming roundA forage and we'll fendYou came to this world nakedTo be set inside the hangThere will nerves and decorationsWe pray you and learn you how to standIn your mother's leather jacketIn your father's cotton shirtGo up good into the lightGo down deep into the dirtGive and keep when the odds get easierFor a general thingAs you deliverWe'll begin to deliver themJoy their faces, hear the soundThere's a new king coming roundYour mother and fatherWalked out of the cityBound togetherAs they were bound to beTo build a better worldFor a new beginningOf driftwood and fallen leaves