Breakdance on Broken Glass

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 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 Oh, you'll know when we're coming because this is the song we'll sing Oh, you'll know when we're coming because this is the song we'll sing Split cities into three, and cut your peacock wings