Brace! Putti
Brace Davey
(We were nothing)
Your hungry childer
are biting your fingers
How do we look from the towers?
Spit drenched and famished, we will chew at the mortar
We will let you come a cropper!
We will let your bloat be spiked on the pillar!
We will chew at the mortar,
the streets washed with the plasma and rubber!
We were nothing before the fire!
We were nothing!
Putti take the streets! These are your streets!
We will burn the city to feel it's warmth!
We were were nothing before the fire!
