Chapman-Whitney
Millions have cried for millions that died
Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right)
For things that they strived, more millions just sighed
Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right)
Made excuses and lied, stood numb stupified
Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right).
And they're wondering which side of the fence they should fall
Rats in the cellar, their backs to the wall
Cornered, a rat can be very tall
No Solomon wisdom around.
I just might burn it down
I just might ..
Wakening mourning eyes, yeah
Bells and alarms ring out rise.
But to wake up to screaming from dreaming ain't nice
My neighbours are screaming from morning to night
'Bout their screaming kids and who should provide
Walls are so thin, mouths so wide.
I just might burn it down
I just might ..
Ah, millions have cried for millions that died
Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right)
For things that they strived, more millions just sighed
Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right)
Made excuses and lied, stood numb stupified
Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right).
And they're wondering which side of the fence they should fall
Rats in the cellar, their backs to the wall
Cornered, a rat can be very tall
No Solomon wisdom around.
I just might burn it down
I just might burn it down
I just might burn it down
I just might ..
I been a gambler all my life, yeah.