Thrice - Paper Tigers Lyrics
They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylightThey toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spiresListen for the sound, as it all comes crashing downThey light the world on fire, just to watch it burnIt'll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learnAnd we paid the price, we paid for their crimes with our bloodAnd our lives