About this song
They booked us all for murder and slammed the courtroom door. But you can't outlaw a number, and you can't cuff a thirst. From the sewers of Ravnica, a new tide is rising, and it's eating its way through the streets.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] We slid up from the sewers where the city drops its dead, we found the shining manor, poured in underneath the bed. Nobody drew a diagram, nobody meant to make us -- somebody cracked a vat, and we said "more." We don't hate you, darling, we don't even know your face, we just love how you dissolve to make us space. [Pre-Chorus] You can bar the door, you can call the guard, but a wall's just a wall, and we don't push hard -- we just... keep... coming. [Chorus] So count us again -- go on and count us again, there were three down the drain, now there's thirty in the den. Split one of us in two, well, congratulations -- two, every grave you dig us just fills back up with new. The more of us you bury, the more of us you'll meet -- go read us all our charges. We'll be eating in the street. [Verse 2] They burned a hundred of us in the square to make a show, scraped us in the river, where they swore the dead ones go. But we ate back what they buried, wore the ones they threw away, and every brother that they broke just made the next of us stand tall. They booked us all for murder, slammed the courtroom door -- so we came up through the courtroom, bigger than before. [Chorus] So count us again -- go on and count us again, there were three down the drain, now there's thirty in the den. Split one of us in two, well, congratulations -- two, every grave you dig us just fills back up with new. The more of us you bury, the more of us you'll meet -- go read us all our charges. We'll be eating in the street. [Bridge] There is no last of us, there is no first, you can't outlaw a number, you can't cuff a thirst. Print us all you want to -- the rule was always ours: there can be as many of us as there are. [Bridge build] So bring your little verdict, bring your marble, bring your law -- we were the floor beneath you... now we're the floor, and the walls, and the door. [Final Chorus] So count us again -- go on and count us again, there were three down the drain, now there's thousands in the den. Split one of us in two, well, thank you kindly -- two, every grave you dig us just fills back up with new. The more of us you bury, the more of us you'll meet, and there's more of us than you -- so pull up a chair, take a seat. Count us again... you're never gonna count us all. [Outro] Can we help you, darling? ...No. But we can always... make... more.
