That Crown Don't Make You A Prince

All the drunks in the alleys are takin' 
up arms to undo their whole lives in a day 
if their hearts they don't change before long 
in the heart of the beast they will lay he 
tears the wood from the walls to get to us 
he steals the good from this town so wash the 
black from your fingertips and fight raise up 
from the cellars fill the streets with his dead this time.