Texty: Tom Morello. The Fabled City. Whatever It Takes.

Storm clouds won't bother to gather
She cashed in and cut the tether
She's gone, it's no mistake
the angels have come too late
they've come too late

In my hands I hold the proof
That something's sure to hit you
pure flesh and bone to rip through
Don't let them tie you to the stake
whatever it takes
blood waters raise the ramparts
I'll meet you now wherever you are
I'm here until the frontline breaks
whatever it takes

Then she turned off the headlights,
cranked the radio, ran the redlights
never found the missing bride
windows dark but they're all inside
they're all inside...

In my hands I hold the proof
That something's sure to hit you
pure flesh and bone to rip through
Don't let them tie you to the stake
whatever it takes
blood waters raise the ramparts
I'll meet you now wherever you are
I'm here until the frontline breaks

whatever it takes

General without an Army
I stopped lookin, then they found me
on the hill a horn is blowin
it's over man, you just don't know it

That something's sure to hit you
pure flesh and bone to rip through
Don't let them tie you to the stake
whatever it takes
blood waters raise the ramparts
I'll meet you now wherever you are
I'm here until the frontline breaks
whatever it takes

Come backwards through the red room
A jungle of thieves to get through
Time's up, how long you gonna waste
Whatever it takes...
So Jack grab paper and pen
I'll say once, we'll say it again.
Loosen the core until it shakes.
whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes.