Tombstone Road

Oh the air in here is getting thick

From all the dirty ciga'-rhetoric

Oh I can feel my inside turning black

Oh and if words were dollars I'd want mine back

Ooh, everybody gather round

They better head for the higher ground

Ooh, everybody gather round

We're gonna burn this building down

You know for every Tombstone Road they pave

They're gonna throw a tickertape parade

And every thousand years that trickle by

They'll find another prophet to crucify

Ooh, everybody gather round

They better head for higher ground

Ooh, everybody gather round

We're gonna burn this village down

♪

And when they're warm and cozy in their beds

We're gonna paint ourselves in black and red

We're gonna batter down the gilded doors

And put the writing on the walls

And the ceilings and the floors

Anywhere we fancy the truth belongs

Ooh, everybody gather round

They better head for higher ground

Ooh, everybody gather round

I'm gonna burn this building down

Ooh, everybody gather round

They better head for higher ground

Ooh, take a torch and pass it 'round

we're gonna burn this city down