Clutch High Caliber Consecrator
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult) We have been waiting and it has begun So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue We have been waiting and it has begun Prostrate yourself, your time has come We have been waiting and it has begun Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on We have been waiting and it has begun So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue In full submission we are reborn We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword So we're lock, stock, and barrel Hook, line, and sinker Your freedom was your master And your liberties the flint for A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers The fire, the flame, the passion, the power Too little, too late High caliber consecrator
