Paris Green - The Last Gang

Easy it seems to cover your walkway with dead and salted bones

Never lose one step, steady at your pace like walking over stones

Pavements and paths made up of destitute

Stature and power consuming all of the roots

Killing all of the fools

Choking onto your truth

Bury them in the blackened poisoned ocean

Careful those backs you break climbing up your rungs

Hammer down the policies you need to cut and color our lungs

Paris green, make ‘em nice, ripe, and tender

Monetize, slaughter beauty and splendor

Killing all of the fools

Choking onto your truth

Bury them in the blackened poisoned ocean

Careful those backs you break climbing up your rungs

Hammer down the policies you need to cut and color our lungs

Careful those backs you break climbing up your rungs

Careful those backs you break

Short sighted, empired on weakened and thinned

We’ve been drained and quartered

Infested terra firma scorched burnt underneath

Left for sons and daughters

Every dollar you will gain

Every minor cent you make

Can you bring it with you when you’re 6 feet out of range

Every little ounce you take

Every single life you waste

Sell out your sons and daughters

Careful those backs you break climbing up your rungs

Hammer down the policies you need to cut and color our lungs

Careful those backs you break climbing up your rungs

Hammer down the policies you need to cut and color our lungs