歌词
We are not what we own
And them that are will sink like stones
The flowers are charged with being grown
The end is near, so let's go home
Found one red rose at the murder scene
With a note that read, "You know what I mean"
I got so hung up, I could hardly speak
I said, "Hi-dee-ho"
The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
Oh, the tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
Trade your cloak in for a sword
Pick a side, 'cause this means war
The virgins are turning into whores
I heard a lion squeak and a kitten roar
My best friend, he always kissed me
Lives in Chinatown in New York City
He likes his ladies, and he likes 'em pretty
I said, "Hi-dee-ho"
The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
Oh, the tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
Oh, the tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
