ColumbiaAdam WarRock

[Intro]
God only knows what I'd do without you... (x4)

[Elizabeth]
Booker... are you afraid of God?

[Booker]
No... I'm afraid of you

[Verse 1]
Woke up in a river of dreams, the men in robes said
I had to be baptized and so they took my head
Doused it with holy water, shuffled me out to pasture
Time to find a gun, because I’m so past the rapture
Addicted to salts, vigor and vim, from within
My hands, they spark to metal, possessing you on a whim
That’s what I do to Comstock and his men
Where I fly on the skyways past the zeppelins
There’s something more in this city that meets the eye
Cuz the people they smile, but they’re so empty inside
And the Hall of Heroes, not how I remember it
Maybe a couple of memories criss crossed, I’m hesitant
To hear the stories they tell on the voxophone
All I hear’s a knock on the door, but I’m not home
I’m somewhere far away, from the place where you sit
When they took the shackles off, and my path it broke orbit

[Hook]
Welcome to Columbia, high in the sky
Where history’s kinda different here
So listen here
Silver Eagles in my pockets, and a gun at my side
Grab your skyhooks, get ready to fly
Welcome to Columbia, high in the sky
Where history’s kinda different here
So listen here
Silver Eagles in my pockets, and a gun at my side
Touching the infinite, so say your goodbyes

[Verse 2]
Call me a false prophet, by the mark on my hand
Buckin Bronco sends you down to the promised land
Undertow washed away the sin, promises that I made
To men who said that they could take away the debt I had
Shock Jockey got the gondola coming
With a kiss from the devil, I caught y’all on fire, so now you’re running
Send crows to pick the corpses where I dropped it
No charge, let me take that silver out of your pocket
Everybody want a piece of me, because I’ve broke through the defenses so easily
And nevermind the nosebleed
Nevermind my story, cuz i’m here to get you out
Parlez vous francais, and yes, that’s how
Yo, I plan to fly away, and if we hideaway
Long enough then maybe you and I can see a brighter day
They say the city that never sleeps is on fire in 99
But right here in Columbia, the weather is fine

[Hook]
Welcome to Columbia, high in the sky
Where history’s kinda different here
So listen here
Silver Eagles in my pockets, and a gun at my side
Grab your skyhooks, get ready to fly
Welcome to Columbia, high in the sky
Where history’s kinda different here
So listen here
Silver Eagles in my pockets, and a gun at my side
Touching the infinite, so say your goodbyes

[Bridge] (x5)
She’s like a girl, who didn’t know any better
Locked up in a tower, plenty time left to tell her
She talks about Paris but I talk of New York
I’m gonna tell her that I’m here to take her home
Maybe I won’t

Maybe I won't

[Outro]
God only knows what I'd do without you... (x6)