No City

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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 (Uh)

Dueling blades that cued a cruel charade and fuel the flames

Few would clue the crew into the civil (Yeah)

Skip the food and land like you the man

Who flew the coop over the pitbulls

Dash back flashy to compassionate nanopolice who sat beneath an avalanche of jagged inadequacies

And I was "Stop the Violence" more than I was Pontius Pilate (Pontius Pilate)

Cops and robbers riot by the five's obnoxious sirens (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

When 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

[Verse 2]

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 (Hi!)

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

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 pin-up, let her numb 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 fuck

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 kill 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

[Outro]

All for the want of a horseshoe nail