NARCS - 19 Lyrics
Said the Martyr to the mob:?“It's not a feud to resolve on a poor man's mind”?They were bred, inbred, inside the walls,?No natural light there falls,?Where they go...?Drawn back,?A line of wisdom?It takes two to make a fool, one to lie and one to listen?Hold my vote from the bidders?The vacant eyes of a vision??We've had 19 from the same school, ?19 from the same schoolI'm tired of waiting,?I've not got the patience??So I sold my vote to the highest bidder?The blatant lies of a vision??We've had 19 from the same school, ?19 from the same school