Song parody of
When the Smoke Clears
by Death Knell
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The robed man
Rides his pale horse down
The streets of Fifth Avenue
Sword drawn
Mouth wide
The dust clears
Smoke rises
The tear gas all blown away
The haunted
Dead scream
Two pounds of wheat for a day
The masses grew
Waiting for the stars to fall down
And the Moon to turn red
But they never saw
The blast sounds
The terror of the moment struck us
Like a bolt from above
Wails, cries
Then sleep
And when we tried to sing along
We couldn't match the Angel's songs
Bright white
And the feeling of an open door
We count the lights and breathe in
Big man machismo cabaret
Of rich devoid elite and
White Christian apathy displayed
Our hearts are buried in these streets
You trample on them, underneath
Without a thought of who you walk on
Bells ring
Chimes toll
The figure chatters his teeth
Light fades
Sky falls
And when the smoke clears
And all the buildings fall
The only difference in us
Are the ones that have
They have it all
Big man machismo cabaret
Of rich devoid elite and
White Christian apathy displayed
Our hearts are buried in these streets
You trample on them, underneath
Without a thought of who you walk on
Who you walk on
Who you're walking on
And when the smoke clears
And all the buildings fall
Our hearts are buried in these streets
And they'll catch you lying through your teeth
The robed man
Rides his pale horse down
The streets of Fifth Avenue
Sword drawn
Mouth wide
The dust clears
Smoke rises
The tear gas all blown away
The haunted
Dead scream
Two pounds of wheat for a day
The masses grew
Waiting for the stars to fall down
And the Moon to turn red
But they never saw
The blast sounds
The terror of the moment struck us
Like a bolt from above
Wails, cries
Then sleep
And when we tried to sing along
We couldn't match the Angel's songs
Bright white
And the feeling of an open door
We count the lights and breathe in
Big man machismo cabaret
Of rich devoid elite and
White Christian apathy displayed
Our hearts are buried in these streets
You trample on them, underneath
Without a thought of who you walk on
Bells ring
Chimes toll
The figure chatters his teeth
Light fades
Sky falls
And when the smoke clears
And all the buildings fall
The only difference in us
Are the ones that have
They have it all
Big man machismo cabaret
Of rich devoid elite and
White Christian apathy displayed
Our hearts are buried in these streets
You trample on them, underneath
Without a thought of who you walk on
Who you walk on
Who you're walking on
And when the smoke clears
And all the buildings fall
Our hearts are buried in these streets
And they'll catch you lying through your teeth
