Jonah Tolchin - Pitchfork, Torch & Pen lyrics

rate me

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

Chorus:

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 glass 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.