The Strange Folk
Let them live
Let them die
Whatever you do
You won’t see me cry.
To them nothing is sacred
They only want jewels
Their precious stones and diamonds
They are nothing but fools.
They have, however,
Opened our eyes.
We've seen past them
And all of their lies.
We've seen the world
Through what they have done,
And they just might die
At the sound of our drum.
Again I will say
What I have said before
Do what you want
Once I close that door.
Let them live
Let them die
Whatever you do
You won’t see me cry.
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