Jared Mitchell - Toe The Line Lyrics
Jared Mitchell - Toe The Line Lyrics
To whom it may concern|Let me tell you a little life lesson that I've learned|Your tyrant king who's rule is stern|You'd lift him up, he'd let you burn|Built the walls, made you blind|Makes you walk, toe the line||Toe toe toe the line toe toe toe the line|Toe toe toe the line toe toe toe|You've got your riches but at what price|You'll draw your sword but for who's fight|Join our cause take back your mind|We march around the city on the seventh night||And over time you built your institutions|You wrote your laws based on confusion|Now your lands filled with gambling and prostitution|The time is now for a revolution|Search your soul, I'll bet you'll find|You're sick and tired of toeing the line||(CHORUS)||The walls come tumbling down|The king becomes a clown|We'll take back our crown |The feet will march to the sound||Of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of||(CHORUS)
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To whom it may concern|Let me tell you a little life lesson that I've learned|Your tyrant king who's rule is stern|You'd lift him up, he'd let you burn|Built the walls, made you blind|Makes you walk, toe the line||Toe toe toe the line toe toe toe the line|Toe toe toe the line toe toe toe|You've got your riches but at what price|You'll draw your sword but for who's fight|Join our cause take back your mind|We march around the city on the seventh night||And over time you built your institutions|You wrote your laws based on confusion|Now your lands filled with gambling and prostitution|The time is now for a revolution|Search your soul, I'll bet you'll find|You're sick and tired of toeing the line||(CHORUS)||The walls come tumbling down|The king becomes a clown|We'll take back our crown |The feet will march to the sound||Of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of our drums to the sound of our drums|To the sound of||(CHORUS)