Fighting Dragons

FIGHTING DRAGONS - Written by Carroll Bryant

It's just a thing in the way they are

Another mystery

It's the things they say that is so bizarre

Inside their flattery

Business as usual

Bringing everybody down

It's so unusual

How fast they seem to get around

In this D.C. town

Blood in the streets

Blood in the air

Hate is so sweet and they breed it everywhere

Blood in their eyes

Blood in their lungs

Hate is their prize, and they're having so much fun

Make up my mind when you show disrespect

Try and look away

Time after time with the President elect

They love to play those games

Business as usual

Burn everybody to the ground

It's so unusual

How they lose everything they ever found

In this D.C. town

Blood in the streets

Blood in the air

Hate is so sweet and they breed it everywhere

Blood in their eyes

Blood in their lungs

Hate is their prize, and they're having so much fun

They don't care about democracy anymore

They just throw everything down on the floor

They don't care about our freedom

And that's for sure

They just kick everything they believe

Right out of the door

Business as usual

Bringing everybody down

It's so unusual

How fast they seem to get around

In this D.C. town

Blood in the streets

Blood in the air

Hate is so sweet and they breed it everywhere

Blood in their eyes

Blood in their lungs

Hate is their prize, and they're having so much fun

Thinking that everyone is dumb

And they're having so much fun

Business as usual, bringing everybody down