I left my anger in a river running highway five New Hampshire, Vermont border by College farms, hubcaps, falling rocks Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands Before I realized everywhere I stand There have been tribal feet running wild as fire Some past life sister of my desire
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now Steady now and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show its face Whose turn is it anyway
Now when I was young my people taught me well Give back what you take or you'll go to hell It's not the devil's land you know it's not that kind Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now Steady now and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show its face Whose angel are you anyway
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White chain rope darling Fear be still my dear A bullet in the head now he's dead A friend of a friend someone said He was an activist with a very short life I think there's a lesson here he died without a fight In the war over land where the world began Prophecy say that's where the world will end But there's a tremor growing in our own backyard Fear in our heads fear in our hearts Prophets in the graveyard
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now Steady now and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show its face Whose turn is it anyway Jonas, Ezekial, hear me now Steady now I feel your ghost about I'm not ready for the dead to show its face Whose angel are you anyway
Amy: I said there's prophets in the graveyard Prophets in the graveyard Prophets in the graveyard Emily: Now I walk in beauty Beauty is before me Beauty is behind me Above and belowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
