Tombstone Road

Oh the air in here is getting thick From all the dirty ciga'-rhetoric Oh I can feel my inside turning black Oh and if words were dollars I'd want mine back Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for the higher ground Ooh, everybody gather round We're gonna burn this building down You know for every Tombstone Road they pave They're gonna throw a tickertape parade And every thousand years that trickle by They'll find another prophet to crucify Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for higher ground Ooh, everybody gather round We're gonna burn this village down And when they're warm and cozy in their beds We're gonna paint ourselves in black and red We're gonna batter down the gilded doors And put the writing on the walls And the ceilings and the floors Anywhere we fancy the truth belongs Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for higher ground Ooh, everybody gather round I'm gonna burn this building down Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for higher ground Ooh, take a torch and pass it 'round We're gonna burn this city down