Voltaire

[Verse 1]
The plans don’t always how they go
How it lands
Water the plants
Button the coat
Out of the house to go dance
Down to the subway
Sound of the train on the rails
Sounding like bells
Reminds hell to get out of the runway
We all have the devil to pay
He takes his cut
I don’t mind much
But sometimes its over the quota
Cobras in a karma coma
My mind’s on a kettle one and soda
Before the coda
My girl’s on my arm, she takes enough for the both us
The story said they found the wrong bones
Looking for the ones that were lost
Fold up the paper, leave on the seat
This is our stop
Something else is in the air
Up on Voltaire
Where the sweet scent from the bakery and the piss from the street pair
A few more blocks and we’re inside
It’s later than I thought
They’ve already started their set
I wonder, how much time do they got?
She wants something neat, I want something rocks
Barely made it to the bar
By the time I heard the first pop

[Chorus]
In the name of what?
I know, I know
But you spill the wrong blood
Sirens
Mixing with the call to prayer
Are you even there?

[Verse 2]
How could you defend the play?
How could you not call it prey?
How could you pray at all?
Spray em all
Blood to the floor
Falls while we rush to the door
Dragging her body
Dragging her body by the arm
Heard it was because of Charlie
For the sons of Babylon’s charms
For the sins of our fathers’ arms
But we were not the ones making them calls
We were just making it
We were just making it just like y’all
So absurd a verdict
Didn’t get to say goodbye
I understand the circumstantial retribution
But who gets to decide who deserves to

[Chorus]
In the name of what?
I know, I know
But you spill the wrong blood
Sirens
Mixing with the call to prayer
Are you even there?

[Outro]
Trying to walk in the city of god
Here I am in the city of man
Standing on the same land