The youth on the corner
The royals, the warriors
The spoils of war
Well they never come lightly
There’s kids at the door
There’s boats on the shore
The ease we ignore with
And fear
Well they never come lightly
Is it all on our majesty?
Is it all on me?
We're all made of stone
Made of tears, made of bones
Made to love, made alone
How will we ever go lightly?
When the truth is we're ruthless
And toothless
And brutal
And we know it all too well
Because we do it politely
Is it all on our majesty?
Is it all on me?
With the slightest of hands
We’ll burn and abandon
And we do it all too well
How we falter so proudly
And of course it's the
Words of the poorest
We’ll show to the door
But their daughters remind us
That of course
We're still free
Is it all on our majesty?
Is it all on me?
