Sweeping - The Devil Makes Three

Red carpet crying baby blue

Nothing that crosses your lips is true

You’ll be philosophizing, or criticizing

Until your face turns blue

And while you’re sitting in your ivory tower high

All those drinkers in those ditches just wither and die

Drinking off all those sweet tears that you cry

'Cause you know it’s getting so damn dry outside

While you’re sitting inside with your feet up by the fire

We’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping the steps of your empire

Yeah we’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping

The steps of your empire

Think about your hands how they’ll never hammer nails

And how you’ll never spend the night inside that hard cold jail

How you’ll never feel the falling of the rain or the hail

Your skin will forever grow so pale

And it ain’t like there’s a master or a slave

No there isn’t any way that you could ever behave

Ain’t like you’re going to recognize on some beautiful day

Now you just got to pay all them debts that you made

While you’re sitting inside thinking who started the fire

We’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping the steps of your empire

Yeah we’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping

We’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping the steps of your empire

Yeah we’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping