Murder By Death - New Old City

NEW OLD CITY I am my mother’s son  Come with me, oh daughter  Make way, everyone - There is a change in power.  Coming down  Rising up from the cold hard ground.  Go, go! Too late to turn back now.   The moon is at our back,  Pack up your things  Before they hear us,  Before the first shot rings. It‘s coming down  Rising up from the cold hard ground.  Go, go! Too late to turn back now.   You're not the only one  Caught up in the fray,  Burnt up in the atmosphere,  Lost in a new old city.   Below the earth it rumbles Beneath the ground,  Deep in the tunnels under us  Follow the sound. You're not the only one  Caught up in the fray,  Burnt up in the atmosphere,  Lost in a new old city.