Charlie Barnes - Ruins

Let me tell you

Any old blade could cut the atmosphere in here
So full up with hates and hopes
So load up what guns you can lay your hands upon
To back up that still sharp tongue

And don't you dare raise questions like that

Even the greats will drop the ball from time to time
And I'll bet it burns you up
So don't throw your hands up like you're clear of every charge
Your words will come back to haunt you
If you so adore the company you keep your teeth sunk into

Just like that
And everything you've worked for
Goes up and smoke so black
And for the love of God or anyone
Don't you dare raise questions like that

Profiteer you bleed us dry as lungs all howled out of air

Just like that
And everything you've worked for
Goes up in smoke so black
And for the love of God or anyone
Hold your tongue or fist
Before you're left with ruins

Oh and one last thing
If you could spare a thought for an old friend
Then don't you dare raise questions like that
Carve away and even aged oaks will tumble

Let me tell you