The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor,
my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore
and I won't have much to say, if I don't r eturn.
Easy risers don't give into pleas,
they don't take mess from the sleepy streets
and the abacus says, keep on counting
Instrumental :
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The law of the waking people
greets with such heavy cymbals
and the morn'c atches fire
you're the king who's crowned as they lay down !
(2x)
A big day is brewing; shall we covet it more ?
We owe our advances to the dormant corps
and the silence they display in their four-walled bunker.
My gait now quickens with the greatest of ease,
a shower of truth wrinkles head to feet,
and the answer of the day is you've made it !
(Reprendre la partie instrumentale)
The law of the waking people
greets with such heavy cymbals
and the morn'c atches fire
you're the king who's crowned as they lay down !
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la