Ken Heitmueller - No City lyrics

[Sample] For want of a nail the shoe was lost For want of a shoe the horse was lost For want of a horse the rider was lost For want of a rider the battle was lost For want of a battle the kingdom was lost And all for the want of a horseshoe nail There is a hole in front of the shovel Shovel in front of the brawn Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn Each within his mulish days to choose his tool of trade Dueling blades that cued a cruel charade and fuel the flames Few would clue the crew into the civil Skip the food and land like you the man Who flew the coop over the pitbulls Dash back flashy to compa**ionate nanopolice who sat beneath an avalanche of jagged inadequacies And I was "Stop the Violence" more than I was Pontius Pilate Cops and robbers riot by the five's obnoxious sirens A is gullible he figure, "all man equal, no brainer" Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater Moms raised the babies through a very churchy 80's Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting gates of Hades And he brazen but apparently inferno bound now For when a man of cloth recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunners deck Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous And you. observe and have the givetheth disproportionate To the taketh away decide to maketh his day (do it) All the stoic odium glow in a cold holster To where he coulda stood easily in the tub jugglin toasters [Hook] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred No treaty to sign No city to guard I picked the phone up with a grown-up mode approach Skin crawlin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward tone up I'd known it wasn't roses But hoped it was less corrosive Coastin to the focus of the grossest diagnosis Like homes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man Have clued into the suitor was capital to a beggar's hand And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood in meat - umm, what? Chinny chin-up and the city picked this In a pent-up letter numbed the spitting stigma Along came a spider, sold her eggs to any buyer Now to shoot a ringer back with six legs wider than the driver If you make no friends on the way to the top rung There is no secret handshake club I do not give a f** But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your canons All kings hang em for the cliffs side drip dry Will he clip the zipline or slip for his final dip dive? If he live will he survive the milligrams of middle-ground They pump into the pin-striped pentagrams over Tinsel-town Or k** a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out Or sickles, dipped in military hells bells and whistles Riders to the east, not a wild tribes Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miles high [Hook] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred No treaty to sign No city to guard