a stream of dead bodies
all buried in blue and gold
through the sands of time,
the books have burned
big men tumble down the stars
knock their heads on the ground
remember that time
when money made the world go 'round
and they dug their own graves
while we'd pitifully play the game
so they have come to nothing
oh god, such a waste of loving
remember that time
when you were told what was true
all the people come, leave and melt all the guns,
chase the sun and crave, driftin' away,
and start again.
the time has come,
we break the chains
in their own secluded world
they grew fat, then lost weight
leaving faith in our hands,
no idle minds will be lead astray