Tipping Point

We are not what we own
And them that are will sink like stones
The flowers are tired from being grown
The end is near so let's go home

Found one red rose at a murder scene
With a note that read "you know what I mean"
I got so hung up I could hardly speak
I said hi-de-oh

The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

Oh, the tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

Trade your cloak in for a sword
Pick a side 'cause this means war
The virgins are turning into whores
I heard a lion squeak and a kitten roar
My best friend he always kids? me
In Chinatown and New York city
He likes his ladies and he likes them pretty
I say hi-de-ho

The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

Oh, the tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

The tipping point
Oh, the tipping point
The tipping point

The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point