Tipping Point

Lyrics
We are not what we own And them that are will sink like stones The flowers are tired from being grown The end is near so let's go home Found one red rose at a murder scene With a note that read "you know what I mean" I got so hung up I could hardly speak I said hi-de-oh The tipping point The tipping point The tipping point Oh, the tipping point The tipping point The tipping point Trade your cloak in for a sword Pick a side 'cause this means war The virgins are turning into whores I heard a lion squeak and a kitten roar My best friend he always kids? me In Chinatown and New York city He likes his ladies and he likes them pretty I say hi-de-ho The tipping point The tipping point The tipping point Oh, the tipping point The tipping point The tipping point The tipping point Oh, the tipping point The tipping point The tipping point The tipping point The tipping point
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Credits
- Producers
- Sam Kassirer