Breakdance on Broken Glass

We breakdance on broken glass
 We haunt these cities with your face as the mask
 You'd like to know but you're too afraid to ask
 We've taken all your wives and gave your whole town a bath
 No reason for treason, we'll stalk you every season
 Your daughters love our style, and every slaughter ends with a smile
 Your sons look up to us, someday they'll ride with us
 Bottle of rum to match the dust
 Our wounds are numb and destruction's a must
 Split cities into three, and cut your peacock wings
 Delivered a spell of lions to feast upon your kings
 Oh, you'll know when we're coming because this is the song we'll sing
 Oh, you'll know when we're coming because this is the song we'll sing
 Split cities into three, and cut your peacock wings