Funeral Bell

You know you’re riding the razor
Hang your head over the edge
First of the few if you like the view
Better toughen up your neck

Stolen bricks line your garden
We’re coming over the wall
To take a piece of the fruit and squeeze
Til we’ve sucked and drained and it all

Sharpened the knife to do what you’ve done
You live you die in the web you’ve spun

My friend you’ve cut too deep
To shear not skin the sheep
Hoarding our flesh and blood
I think we’ve had enough

Fingers under the door
Is that the wretched poor
They scratch and claw for help
You hear the funeral bell

Born into fortune and favor
Monomaniacal mind
Permanent high you could swim for life if you just don’t drain it dry

Always a price, nothing is free
You’ve taken more than what you need

My friend you’ve cut too deep
To shear not skin the sheep
Hoarding our flesh and blood
I think we’ve had enough

Fingers under the door
Is that the wretched poor
They scratch and claw for help
You hear the funeral bell