Ruins

Let me tell you
Any old blade could cut the atmosphere in here
So full up with hates and hopes so
Load up what guns you can lay your hands upon
To back up that still sharp tongue
And don't you dare raise questions like that

Even the greats will drop the ball from time to time
And I'll bet it burns you up so
Don't throw your hands up like you're clear of every charge
Your words will come back to haunt you

If you so adore the company you keep your teeth sunk into

Just like that, and everything you've worked for
Goes up in smoke so black
And for the love of God or anyone
Don't you dare raise questions like that

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

The profiteer, you bleed us dry as
Lungs all howled out of air

Just like that, and everything you've worked for
Goes up in smoke so black
And for the love of God or anyone
Hold your tongue or fist before you're left with ruins
Oh, and one last thing
If you could spare a thought for an old friend, then
Don't you dare raise questions like that
Carve away, and even aged oaks will tumble

Let me tell you