[Hook: Cecil Otter]
Now the candle's in the window, and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out
With every gust, and we're hopin'
No, it must just burn to the bottom of the wick
It's the bottom of the fifth, and that shit is still burnin'

[Verse 1: Cecil Otter]
We're still turnin' every table when it's needed
Not layin' there defeated, no
We draw our bows back repeatedly
Then off with the arrows
And the Gods, and the Pharaohs
From the bottom of our heart
We're from the bottom of the barrel
Cause peril knows no bound, and terror won't slow down
But there's a whole lowdown of beauty to be shown, now
We broke ground, and broke our backs stacking bricks
We never broke our promises, you'll never know just half of it
We're adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy
And when our work is done, then we'll call our shares worthy
In the land of milk and honey, too shy to say we're thirsty
We just make a little money, and we...
And we buy a little mercy

[Bridge: Channy Casselle]
No more, my lord
No more, my lord
I'll never turn back
No more, my lord
[Hook: Cecil Otter & Dessa]
Now the candle's in the window, and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out
With every gust, and we're hopin'
No, it must just burn to the bottom of the wick
It's the bottom of the fifth, and that shit is still burnin'

[Verse 2: Dessa]
If you welcome every trespass, then every tramp's a guest
Give what they would take from you, then every theft's a gift
Hold too tightly to what's in your hands or in your chest
And the future, it won't open - palm readers can't work fists
Broken bones are stronger for the breaking
No, the danger's in the bending
The concessions that you never can take back
Curl you 'round a cane, you're still intact, but now quite lame
Better to grit your teeth, ready the cast and let it snap
We're always first to come in
We're running when we hit the ground
We never do leave early
Stand sentry at the lost and found
We just make a little money, and we...
We start that long walk into town, where we buy a little mercy

[Bridge: Channy Casselle]
No more, my lord
No more, my lord
I'll never turn back
No more, my lord
[Verse 3: Cecil Otter & Dessa]
So no more talk about the backfires - this time we fire back
Light a match and light the past up, before it catches up
We'll raise a mast and cast off
Yeah, we'll break some legs, we'll mend em
And then we'll take the casts off
We've had our losses, we've had our victories
We've sat across from every victim of their misery
That pounding in our chests
Was just a symptom of our sympathy
And we lay ourselves to rest
With both our winnings and our injuries
We're so hungry, we're so thirsty
I'm gonna hunt until it hurts me, and it hurts me...
And it's aching, it's aching, we're so thirsty
We're gonna make a little money and we'll...
And we'll buy a little mercy

[Bridge: Channy Casselle]
No more, my lord
No more, my lord
I'll never turn back
No more, my lord

[Hook: Cecil Otter]
And now the candle's in the window, and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out
With every gust, and we're hopin'
No, it must just burn to the bottom of the wick
It's the bottom of the fifth, and that shit is still burnin'