For want of a nail the shoe was lost   For want of a shoe the horse was lost   For want of a horse the rider was lost   For want of a rider the battle was lost   For want of a battle the kingdom was lost   And all for the want of a horseshoe..      There is a hole in front of the shovel   Shovel in front of the brawn   Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn   Each with his ( ) days to choose his tool of trade   Duelin blades that qued a cruel charade and fuel the flames      Few would clue the crew into the civil   Skip the food and land like you the man   who flew the coop over the pit-bulls   Dash back, flashin and compassion   And now I don't believe this   Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged a nautical season      And I will stop the violence more than I was Pontious Pilot   Cops and robbers riot by the thoughts of noxious sirens   'A' as in gullible you figure all man equal no brainer   Take at his friends and neighbors dedicate 'er      Moms raised the babies through a very churchy '80s   Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting game to Hades   Any brazen but apparently infernal-bound now   For when a man of cloth has said his wrongs and when in doubt, doubt      The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him   Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them   Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunners deck   'Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous   And you. observe and have the givetheth disproportionate   To the taketh away decide to maketh his day (do it)   All the stubborn odium glowin a coal host   To where he coulda stood easily in the tub jugglin toasters      [chorus]   No mountain too high   No city too far   No coma too night   No city tomorrow   No fire too live   No city too charged   No treaty too signed   No city too guard      I picked the phone up with a grown-up mode approach   Skin crawlin off the (drawer) and now I claw the awkward tone-em   I'd known it wasn't roses   But hoped it was less corrosive   Coastin to the focus of the grossest diagnosis   Like homes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man   Have clued into the suitor was capital to a beggar sand   And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony   With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood in meat   umm, what?      Jenny chin-up and the city picked this in a pent-up letter numbed the spitting stigma   Along came a spider, sold a (regs) to any buyer   How to shoot a ringer back with six legs wider than the driver   If you make no friends on the way to the top rung   There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck   But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard   So when they extend from the Yatson mansions drop your canons      All kings hang em for the cliffs side drip dry   Will he clip the zip line or slip for his final dip dive?   If he live will he survive the milligrams of middle-ground   They pump into the pin-stripped pentagrams over Tinsel-town   Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out   Or sickles, dipped in military hells, bells and whistles   Riders to the east, not a wild tribes   Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy milds height      [chorus]   No mountain to high   No city too far   No coma too night   No city tomorrow   No fire too live   No city too charged   No treaty too signed   No city too guard