Golden Bars

we are the voice of town.
we run these streets.
don't try to fit your guilts to ground, cause all you hide we'll [bad word] found.
how many golden bars you'll swallow?
whos next in line up to the gallows?
we are the new black on this scarlet ground
on which we stand united.
we rot here faster than a meat on fridays fair in butchers hands,
no one can judge & no one 'll forgive you in this grey'n'broken land.
glance from the window at the burning streets
will make you frightened.
thats why we call each other friends,
thats why we stand united.