Where Will You Be Lyrics

List the gentleman

By the madhouse

Strike the jackpot

Strike my light

Young and old man

He know not but

Who decides

Where he lies

Live like Jacob

Look the gentry

I wear my jacket and

I do my part

Hate the men who

Built the rackets

Upon our backs

So where does it start

In that descending bone

Of men's lives not told

It is

Only seven days

Pray to god that you'll be fine

Where will you be

When the hammer strikes

The bottom of our vine

There's children smoking

Old men crying

Time's a joker

But's always right

Blessed are the blinded

How they wonder

Why lock my door

In a village like mine

Bent as before some foul throne

We are the kings of the stone

It is

Only seven days

Pray to god that you'll be fine

Where will you be

When the hammer strikes

The bottom of our vine

The ones who bleed

Were once the ones who shared your wine

Where will you be

When we've saved them

And the ones you love have died

There's the gentleman

With the finger

And he's fed up

Full of time

Where will you be

When the winged

People light

The pharoah's eyes

And that descending bone

Of men's lives not told

Hear our song of our owe

Of how we will not grow old

It is

Only seven days

Pray to god that you'll be fine

Where will you be

When the hammer strikes

The bottom of our vine

The ones who bleed

Were once the ones who shared your wine

Where will you be

When we've saved them

And the ones you love have died

The day I leave

Will be as empty as the day I came

And above me is an angel

But my father doesn't know my name

Seven days

Pray to god that you'll be fine

Where will you be

When the hammer strikes

The bottom of our vine