Текст песни The Ballroom Thieves - Coward's Son

Raise my rifle
Swung for stars
Stole some falcon’s wings
Yeah my city wears a rusty heart
But my oh my
It’s beating still
Age old tales are whispered slowly
Once were colored juvenile
You’ve laid down your ax and hold me
I’ll confess my wicked smile
Afraid of being terrified

Fall like feathers
Rest like stones
I adore none
I am not some kingless “thug”
I am not a coward’s son

Dare I chance and dare I gamble
Shiver now my fractious skin
Fortune free and empty handed
I say a riskless life ain’t worth a thing
Useless as a wedding ring

I will claim my history
And I will lose my battles not
And I’ll take what is meant for me
and something mummbly mummbly onslaught

I will live with what I’ve got