No Gods, No Kings Songtext
von Throwing Stuff

Trying to find some reasons to be cheerful
Losing the will, lost faith in the people
History′s forgotten daughters and sons
We're buried, dead and gone

And I don′t believe in no god
And I don't wanna save the king
The land that you're born on
It don′t mean a fucking thing


And we can′t rewrite the history books
But we can etch out the future
They've fucked the road that′s left for us
It's held together with twisted sutures

And I don′t believe in no god
And I don't wanna save the king
The land that you′re born on
It don't mean a fucking thing

You can try, and live your life
But you'll never change the pendulums swing