Man-Made Machines
I’ve got my heart set on the way
This world—it shines shimmers and pays
If I’m just a soul stuck in a cage
I sure as hell like the estate
This aint no heart that you could redeem
I’m just a criminal fleeing the scene
My heart is cold and locked in the sea
I’m hoping God can throw my the key
And we line up…we line up in America
We line up…line up in America
To summon man-made machines
To silence the screams
Of the children in our dreams
Entire souls out on the line
A cigarette is burning some time
If ‘i am lost, and I am no guide’
Like Eddie said, ‘I’m by you’re side’…
so we line up…we line up in America
We line up…line up in America
To summon man-made machines
To silence the screams
Of the children in our dreams
And we watch as God-fearing men
Open the gates
Just to close them in our face
Safe & Sound
for Lily
I hear you breathing
Your heartbeat small, but strong
A child like summer
With eyes like skies of Fall
Heavy is the heartache
Cos’ you’re never around
Wherever your sweet heart is
I hope it’s safe and sound
I hope…you’re safe and sound
Sweet—your mother
She holds you soft and warm
a train’s coming…
you always heard the horn
I miss your hands on my face
As I rock you up and down
Wherever your sweet heart is
I hope it’s safe and sound
I hope you’re safe and sound
Go to sleep tonight, go to sleep tonight
Go to sleep tonight
Sweet Lily girl
Sweet Lily girl, sweet Lily girl
A Cycle
Baby would you love it if I could recover it–
The tired, disfigured, desired sentiment…
I know that I don’t wanna cycle through
In and out of all these holes
Through the cracks of all these walls
Baby would you love it if I could be sitting here
With you
I know all the reasons that I’ve been believing in you
I know that I don’t wanna cycle through
In and out of all these holes
Through the cracks of all these walls
I know…I know you would
Wanna wait
After all, you should
All these times you’ve believed
It was all gonna be in line…line…line…
Baby would you love it if I could be sitting here
With you
I know all the reasons that I’ve been believing in you
I know that I don’t wanna cycle through
In and out of all these holes
Through the cracks of all these walls
Who Am I
Chemicals in the sky
Paint it red, paint it white
The Universe’s flag to fly
Do you hear screaming tonight?
Silence all their kind
Take this gun and reply
If God is on your side
Does that make it alright
To let that bullet fly
With your nation’s pride
If God is on your side
Who am I?
Black – the cause that he rides
And poor – the man that he bribes
For the blood of his wife
Dark—the cavernous womb
Blood is black under the moon
That fear we love is in bloom
If God is on your side
Does that make it alright
To let that bullet fly
With your nation’s pride
If God is on your side
Who am I?
Who am ?
So we take what we know
Both the fear and the show
Under promises to both
Allegiances fold
Foreign and domestic
We are enemies the same
Buried in that blood that we spill for our gain
If you are still a prophet than you probably can tell
That I’m not much of Heaven, I am mostly made of Hell
And if you have no intention of your love coming to life
Then let’s fire up that fucker and get out of here tonight
Let’s get out of here tonight…
If God is on your side
Does that make it alright
To let that bullet fly
With your nation’s pride
If God is on your side
Who am I?
Golden Opportunity
Waiting for the waves to take you in
Frozen by sea and by the wind
Will you sing ‘la-la-la’
Will you sing ‘la-la-la’?
Will you sing?
Is this the golden opportunity?
The one that always made the angels sing
With blood on our hands, blood on our hands
We’ll ignore
On the brink of advance, the brink of advance
We’ll ignore
Some have come to rise but all will die
Some will leave this world without a fight
Will we sing ‘la-la-la’
Will we sing ‘la-la-la’?
Will we sing?
Is this the golden opportunity?
The one that always made the angels sing
With blood on our hands, blood on our hands
We’ll ignore
On the brink of advance, the brink of advance
We’ll ignore
Will we sing ‘la-la-la’
Will we sing ‘la-la-la’?
Will we sing?
