Final Day

Hear my voice, hear my words Never forget my face Now it's time to feel the pain And be put in your place Never considered the backlash Of your own twisted words You won't have to live with this mistake You crossed the wrong path Sent to meet your ma

When the rich die last Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world lights up For the final day We will all be poor Having had our say Put a blanket up on the window pane When the baby cries lullaby again As the lig