Jonah Tolchin - Pitchfork, Torch and Pen lyrics

Dancing on the wire like buffalo jack Poets howl at the crows, crows howl right back Look to the west, sun's dancing too Crooked clockwork folks chasing black-eyed moons It's a night of old-fashioned gypsy fun Cops stand on the corner, eyes loaded like guns Grab your pitchfork your torch your pen Start a revolution fore the story ends Extinction flows through our veins The human race soon fade's away Leaving tracks of fiery hell Tattooed as a legend in the wishing well Follow the trail of the devil to the helpless fawn Choose the will to do right in the face of wrong And send down a savior's hand For nobody knows who I am Sacred lie's ruling lives of the damned And yet nobody knows who I am Raise your gla** tip your cup Toast to the lost ones you've loved The birds, the trees, the moon the sun These mechanical stars ain't much fun (x3) Snake-bite of the law to the heart one time For walking in the sunshine doing 99 So grab your metal, your fire, your lead, Fight till the wall streets running red. X2 Grab your pitchfork your torch your pen Start a revolution fore the story ends.