Army Of Ancients Paroles

and muddy this world in a spark.
And I'd still be sitting there twiddling my thumbs,
wondering when will it start?

How did the fox get the raven to crow?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Why at the creek, did the dog lose the bone?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

The man could come back on his fiery throne
to measure the feathers and hearts.
And I'd still be whistling dixie alone,
wondering when will it start?

I don't wanna wake up.
I don't wanna move.
I'll skip the sermon and stick to the booze.
I'm sorry.
Well I'll take what I want in the dawns early light. Ohh.
Why did the mouse help the beast with his thorn?
Does this town know how to make soup without stones?