in the country slums

I spend the night alone

a straight shooter and an arm chair warrior

I see the gray skies and the circling crows

I hear the earth fall with the bottom feeder groans

I need an audience and a throne

before I cry out before I cry out

I need my followers with back bone

before I cry out before I cry out

 

with the fire in my heart and the beating thought I will

 

I feel the lightening running through my bones

frying my mercy until it's gone

I feel the tense threads coming unsewn

I'll drop the curtains fire and brimstone

I need an audience and a throne

before I cry out before I cry out

I need my followers with back bone

before I cry out before I cry out

 

with the fire in my heart and the beating thought I will I will

 

anytime you want I will