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Alexisonfire Old Crows Young Cardinals

Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus Hard-up people living off crust And there?s a beat-up town car - it?s starting to ruse Hard soles are kicking

push the divide Forced to live a life In fear that his future is on the wane Midnight regulations Midnight regulations Burns his candle down Working to make ends meet Old

We greet each day with bloodshot eyes The dirt of our labor still clingin? to our hands Filled with our warped intentions The tread of our shoes filled

America blearing in my ears all day America, I don?t see the glory of your ways The oldest money flows through a bloodline We?ll see if your empire stands

He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh they speak him near He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak

And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again Oh young cardinals Nesting in the trees Oh hear our song And rain your innocence on me Young cardinals

He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak him near He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak

America blearing in my ears all day America, I don't see the glory of your ways The oldest money flows through a bloodline We'll see if your empire stands

We greet each day with bloodshot eyes The dirt of our labor still clingin' to our hands Filled with our warped intentions The tread of our shoes filled