Gangs of History(5B’s)

Gangs of history( 5 B’s)

Dead rabbits on the run
Fake patriots march on town
Bill the butcher cuts em down
A surgeon digging the flesh
A flank or a rump roast

Pick pocket with some curves and a smile
Lift your watch while you stare in her eyes
She gets away before you realize

Razor cuts through time blood on the blade
Don’t wipe it off stealing from my sleeping self
Dreams dance in heaven half remembered
St Michael send Satan into the fire

And the hate grows breathing
And seething

Prepare for battle 5 boroughs at stake
Dead rabbits are living
Sharpen your blade pick up the cross
Have no choice choose between
God and Satan as he puts his faith down

A false eagle eye stares at me as I
Stand behind the Lord
Natives combatting 40 thieves
Ancient laws of combat plague us no more
Prepare to receive the true lord
As Trent and Ross settle the score

Fish hook or a dagger Bill walks through
Looks for Priest sinks it in his holy heart

Screams out under my knife
Little boy son can’t look away
Soon be over say your prayer

Say hi to your savior as you cross the river
Ears and noses can come off
The price of battle in the 5 Boroughs
Dead rabbits be silenced
Lend your hand and vanish time

Bible hits a river but doesn’t sink in
Go off and die with your blacky friends
Potatoes off of my head as I walk the plank
Welcome to America go back to your own country

Tweed greases the wheels of Irishmen
Popes new army against some Miss Nancy’s
Warriors on the deck pug ugly but handsome
On my challenge I will keep foreign lands out
Guide my Christian sword against the Lord
That’s how it is in the 5 Boroughs