Sweeping

Red carpet crying baby blue
 Nothing that crosses your lips is true
 You'll be philosophizing, or criticizing
 Until your face turns blue
 And while you're sitting in your ivory tower high
 All those drinkers in those ditches just wither and die
 Drinking off all those sweet tears that you cry
 'Cause you know it's getting so damn dry outside
 While you're sitting inside with your feet up by the fire
 We'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping the steps of your empire
 Yeah we'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping
 The steps of your empire
 Think about your hands how they'll never hammer nails
 And how you'll never spend the night inside that hard cold jail
 How you'll never feel the falling of the rain or the hail
 Your skin will forever grow so pale
 And it ain't like there's a master or a slave
 No there isn't any way that you could ever behave
 Ain't like you're going to recognize on some beautiful day
 Now you just got to pay all them debts that you made
 While you're sitting inside thinking who started the fire
 We'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping the steps of your empire
 Yeah we'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping
 We'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping the steps of your empire
 Yeah we'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping