Dance of the Peddlers

Burning bright The mighty white began the fight Stealing voicemail in the night Skip to the right On what wings dare they aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And this This cold blood is thicker than wine or water More or less Illusions should speak much louder now Just clap Stand Watch the flickering candle And a mirror angled to deflect a scandal So when the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears Did you smile your work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? One for all They rise, we fall A dirty brawl Locked in stocks by the town hall Hung from the wall What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? On this This green field That suckles our sons and daughters Cutting edge A blade that brings us all to the slaughter Clap Stand Listen to the sages It's the middle ages But with lesser wages So when the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears Did you smile your work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Did he who made the lamb make thee?