I left my anger in a river running highway 5 New hampshire, vermont, bordered by College farms, hubcaps, and 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 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 it's face Whose turn is it anyway? 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 it's face Whose angel are you anyway?
White - chain - rope - fear (hush my darling) 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 Prophecies say it's where the world will end But there's a tremor growing in our 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 it's face Whose turn is it anyway?
Jonas and ezekial hear me now Steady now I feel your ghost about I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose angel are you anyway?
I said there's prophets in the graveyard (now I walk in beauty) Prophets in the graveyard (beauty is before me) Prophets in the graveyard (beauty is behind me) (above and below me)
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