Golden frauds are trying to stake us through our will
Got their pawns out in the street
Clad in armor spitting poison into your eyes
While trying to crush us with deceit
Hey it’s your neighbors trying to reach you
You’re caught in evil hands and a tool of the man
You keep crawling, licking the boots of power
Expendable you are and damned
State mafia, kleptocracy, the M.I.C.
Let’s burn them all down to the ground
A big gaggle of golems, feeding off all our problems
Gotta be burned, gotta be drowned
All that matters, trying ain’t easy
It just goes on and on til we all lock hands
They’re gonna go down harder than we thought, bawling like babies
They’re expendable, they’re damned
supported by 21 fans who also own “The Neighbors (again)”
What a great show it was. It was the last Luna show I saw not right up front at the stage. The girl I was with said let’s go up front for Penthouse. I alway stand about 10 feet from the PA.
I have seen about 20 shows since and always up front now.
Plus that was my first time getting a picture with Sean. joecigno
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