The Joggers - Little Kings lyrics

Peace is a bore So little kings start little wars That call is a chore That burn outside to bars and black Shoes and our swords That pulls our color so we Sound the drums You lick the granite into Awkward shakes alone Carrying everything over your shoulder! This one lasting subtle pig Showing off some boring trick This war latched the keys in their locks Hit it in Plain sight Think you're the one that hates the rack You prize the medal on your back You thought you'd get too old Tender voices wandered off the past Rolling holy shrouds into their thrones It makes perfect sense to me To find suggestions come apart at the seams It's another way It's going favor When the bricks are burning Show black turns that are Runner get For you And the favor Of the jungle Only drops us down to Heaven when it Looks like you might get your way One time