Pitchfork Torch & Pen Lyrics

Dancing on the wire like buffalo jack
poets howl at the crows, crows howl right back
look to the west, sun's dancing too
crooked clockwork folks chasing black-eyed moons

It's a night of old-fashioned gypsy fun
cops stand on the corner, eyes loaded like guns
grab your pitchfork your torch your pen
start a revolution fore the story ends

Extinction flows through our veins
the human race soon fade's away
leaving tracks of fiery hell
tattooed as a legend in the wishing well

follow the trail of the devil to the helpless fawn
choose the will to do right in the face of wrong

and send down a savior’s hand
for nobody knows who I am
sacred lie's ruling lives of the damned
and yet nobody knows who I am

Raise your glass tip your cup
Toast to the lost ones you've loved
the birds, the trees, the moon the sun
these mechanical stars ain't much fun (x3)

Snake-bite of the law to the heart one time
for walking in the sunshine doing 99
so grab your metal, your fire, your lead,
fight till the wall streets running red. X2

Grab your pitchfork your torch your pen
start a revolution fore the story ends.

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