Breakdance on Broken Glass

Breakdance on Broken Glass - Plague Vendor

We breakdance on broken glass

We haunt these cities

with your face as the mask

You'd like to know

but you're too afraid to ask

We've taken all of your wives

and gave your whole town a bath

No reason for treason,

we'll stalk you every season

Your daughters love our style,

and every slaughter ends with a smile

Your sons look up to us,

someday they'll ride with us

Bottle of rum to match the dust

Our wounds are numb

and destruction's a must

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings

Delivered a spell of lions to

feast upon your kings

You'll know when we come

because this is the song we'll sing!

You'll know when we come

because this is the song we'll sing!

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings

Split cities into three,

and cut your peacock wings