| "The Mob" | |
| We are the mob in Coriolanus We want circuses, bread, and a brush with the famous So here we are now, entertain us We know what we want, so don't try to train us We make our heroes, they come to unchain us But we're easily swayed; we decide they profane us So this general's downfall will be total heinous Because of the mob in Coriolanus We are the mob in Coriolanus We see black and white and none of the greyness None of your logic can ever explain us We are the mob in Coriolanus Talk to the the mob in Coriolanus They are fickle and wanton and their failings taint us For awhile they love us, but soon they will hate us The simmering mob in Coriolanus We are the mob in Coriolanus And we have to admit, much as it will pain us That we shouldn't have turned on the hero who made us The burgeoning mob of Coriolanus | |