Protect Your Own -

Call him a priest

Loosing face with thieves

Building up sticks of dry wood

To cast a flame, he reads believes he should

Any day Justice will serve you

Go ahead and take stock of your Kin

Close your hands and pray for a time of change

But know my faith is, Protect your Own;

Don’t hold your breath and wait for your day to come

Built on and underneath

This great house is a stack of receipts

If read them, debt owed be certain

But its turning, and loud below the streets

By the hand that feeds you

Any day Justice will serve you

Go ahead and take stock of your Kin

Close your hands and pray for a time of change

But know my faith is, Protect your Own;

Don’t hold your breath, waiting for your day to come

Don’t hold your breath and wait

And it’s coming down