3, 2, 1
ready or not 'cause here i come
but you always run the same
you say things are slow to change
water finds rock
pushes itself over top
but you always flow the same
you say things are slow to change
but the torch is coming
the kingdom's crumbling
the strings are humming
the soldiers summoned
and they all know your name
the catcher's fumbling
the truth is stumbling
the plates are rumbling
the cards are tumbling
won't you help us to change
surge and swell
align your forces with the rhythm
of these yells
this hobo heart is deep
keep its begging bowl of the streets
