The Suits, The Law & The Uniforms - Graveyard

Standing at the base of the pyramid

But it’s never gonna meet the end.

You’re not supposed to know that it exists,

When nothing set us, nothing do deny.

If you leave your place in the fond days

To see the castles made of sand.

Watch it fall into the sea or either way

And you don’t see how you’re feeling okay.

Your suits, the law, the uniforms,

They agree on the same patrons.

Time is what you got,

So do you know who you’re standing on

When they say it’s cheap, that’s how hard it goes

And cause the swipe of the game it suppose.

Your suits, the law, the uniforms,

They agree on the same patrons.

You know that life was made for so much more than this

More you wait, the more lose life control.

Oh, I don’t want your job,

No, I won’t live your life,

No, I won’t live your life.

So I won’t live for you

No, I ain’t got a boat,

No, I ain’t got a boat.

I see yourselves tonight, I’ll understand

What it is that makes a man.

When I hear them say that the lots you own

I hear insistence to broke your mouths.

If we can make it through the uny,

The world’ll become a jungle in doubt.

It’s the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.

You know that life was made for someone more than this,

More than wait is profit and control.

Oh, I don’t want your job,

No, I won’t live your life,

No, I won’t live your life.

So I won’t live for you

No, I ain’t got a boat,

No, I ain’t got a boat.

It’s the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.

You know that life was made for someone more than this,

More than wait is profit and control.

It’s the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.

You know that life was made for someone more than this,

More than wait is profit and control.