lyrics
Two men faced off in the colosseum,
One raised his fathers sword, the other raised his fists,
Now if I was a gambling man, I'd tell you where I'd bet,
I won't put down my fathers sword tonight
Two men bent the knee at a marathon,
One near the finish line, the other at the start,
Now if you were a gambling man, I'd tell you who'll win,
I won't run back and give that man a chance
Don't call it meritocracy that really makes me laugh,
Just kiddin folks it makes me wanna cry,
We're force fed sheer hippocracy, and blinded from the truth,
There's genius that resides inside us all
Two men shed light on poverty,
One from experience the other from a book,
You don't have to be a gambler to tell me who got applause
I'll bow my head and take it all right in
We're far from a democracy, I'd say we're losing ground,
While fascism is quickly on the rise,
They've demonised our sympathy, they say it makes us weak,
But trust me it's the greatest strength we have
Just trust me it's the greatest strength we have
credits
from
One,
released January 26, 2017
Mike: Vocals, Guitar
Pete: Guitar, Vocals
Brenden: Bass
Jenny: Drums
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