Steal This Sound - Constantines

File those nails and clip those wings

'Cause it’s curtains for the cretins when they cut these strings

It’s some missionary complex that keeps me testifying

It’s time we steal these pennies back from the fountain

We stole our voice from the Cigarette City underground

We dug this noise from the gospel soil at Jonestown

Our party employs no politician

Our feuds are not commissioned

We may not eat tonight

We’ve sharpened our teeth, and we’ve made our lists

Have you ever been haunted by the little shaking fists?

It’s some missionary complex that keeps me testifying

It’s time we steal these pennies back from the fountain

Soon as they turn out the lights, the cradle’s gonna rock tonight

All the carpenters say: «I give you my only-ness, come and give me your

tomorrow.»