Swashbuckle

You Bring The Cannon, We'll Bring The Balls
Over trivial matters, wars are fought Absconding with things we never bought Keeping true to the code, our faith’s decree Fighting ‘til death while the cowards flee You bring the cannon, we’ll bring the balls Gonna smash these heads into the Goddamned walls! ‘Neath the glooming moon or glowing sun Gonna rage the faces off of everyone! Cavil down if you’d like You’re just another match to strike Demur over mere scruples? Meet a bullet between your pupils! Pacified fools, rejoice! We’re here to make your choice Fret not the end of days Dote upon rational gaze Life washes clean of all regrets Death looms in every silhouette A world of slaughter A world of tears A word of wisdom In a world of fear A mind of misery Letras de cancionesA mind of disillusion A moment of clarity In a mind of confusion As all mistakes awake Shaky concentration breaks Unreality begins to flood Lingering on drops of blood Reckless sentiments Shade in diagrams of spite All we need is fire For this revelry to ignite From Letras Mania