Cede the City

Cede the city, you've been thinking so

Cede the city, now it's time to go

Cede the city, to the mob and fold

Their new ideas are just false and old

Crash a teardrop, let another one fall

I'll get a hair crop, shear it down bald

Get the tanks topped, empty the rooms

Sweep away life with a stick-broom

A clamor for a haunted town, let 'em have it

They want to gun it down, beat and stab it

I pulled a bullet from my bone, then watch

They'll tap us for dough for a debt we don't owe

We'll meet at lake-side on the western shore

On the new site, with the ancient doors

No more new ideas that are false and old

Rather march than rot to save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Cede the city

Cede the city, save my soul

Crash a teardrop, let another one fall

I'll get a hair crop, shear it down bald

Get the tanks topped, empty the rooms

Sweep away life with a stick-broom

A clamor for a haunted town, let 'em have it

They want to gun it down, beat and stab it

Cede the city, to the mob and fold

Their new ideas are just false and old

Cede the city

Cede the city, save my soul

Cede the city

Cede the city, save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul

Save my soul