Nation Of Bones

Just as soon as you fly the black flag with your hands
 Zapatistas listen close to Zarathustra and Firebrands
 Copper on my tongue close to blazing 'em clean
 Downcast murmuring sigh is now a murdering scream
 Dark horses of sam flying low over mexico
 Take a hit in the rib down in the ring at the rodeo
 One face in a crowd and I can pick out the fighters
 Pot shots at the clouds try and take out the pilots
 More. that's the slogan of sam
 Will to power drives the train just to have and to grab
 Indiscriminate thieves, start by bulldozing homes
 Out from under my feet, leave a nation of bones
 Pity. The bell of taco is closed
 In the blink of an eye and the lie is exposed
 Look back down seven towns are controlled
 Melt back to the darkness in a jungle of bones
 We know our history
 And here we are
 Looking for a miracle
 In the city of God
 We know our history
 And here we are
 Looking for a miracle
 In the city of God
 But the cruelest joke of all is while they're cheering them on
 The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons
 Ironic. that's the Firebrand tone
 Rattle and roll in the nation of bones
 But the cruelest joke of all is while they're cheering them on
 The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons
 Ironic. that's the Firebrand tone
 Rattle and roll in the nation of bones
 We know our history
 And here we are
 We're looking for a miracle
 In the city of God
 We know our history
 And here we are
 Looking for a miracle
 In the city of God
 In the city of God
 In the city of God
 In the city of God