Them Walls

House that he build is crumbling down like him, silently

And brick by brick, patching the walls but failing repeatedly

Room after room

Silent as a tomb

Gather one, gather all

Come see a struggling man fall

Feel free to throw stones at him

Don't waste your sympathy

Rusty nail by nail, coming down are the tired floors

And echoes the beat of the hoof at the bolted door

Homesick home

So sick to the bone

Gather one, gather all

Come see a struggling man fall

Feel free to throw stones at him

Don't waste your sympathy

Feel free to gob scorn at him

Denounce him the enemy