Paper Tigers

Paper Tigers
They preach to the choir
Always in the permanent daylight
They toss paper tigers from their perfect Porcelain skylines

Listen for the sound
(For the sound, for the sound)
As it all comes crashing down
(As it all comes crashing down)
Listen for the sound
(For the sound, for the sound)
As it all comes crashing down
(As it all comes crashing down)
They preach to the choir
Always in the permanent daylight
They toss paper tigers from their perfect
Shatterproof spires
They light the world on fire
Just to watch it burn
It'll be their funeral pyre
But they never seem to learn
They light the world on fire
Just to watch it burn
It'll be their funeral pyre
But they never seem to learn
Listen for the sound
(For the sound, for the sound)
As it all comes crashing down
(As it all comes crashing down)
Listen for the sound
(For the sound, for the sound)
As it all comes crashing down
(As it all comes crashing down)

And we paid the price
We paid for their crimes with our blood
With our blood, with our blood, with our blood
Paid with our blood and our lives
With our blood and our lives
With our blood and our lives
With our blood and our lives
With our blood and our lives
La canción 'Paper Tigers' de Thrice reflexiona sobre aquellos que hablan pero no actúan, que proyectan una imagen de perfección pero en realidad todo se desmorona...