The graveyard's full [bad word] out of earth
But we can use the bones
To build another church
Thick walls made of men
Whose souls [bad word] and went

So what's that magic number
Of how many men can live
Before our precious mother
Can no longer give?
I don't want your answers
I'm content

With how much we can take
Before they call it rape
Everything that we create
Seems to get thrown in our face
To make it easier for the race
And harder to esacpe

The graveyard's full [bad word] out of earth
But we can use the bones
To build another church
thick walls made of men
Whose souls [bad word] and went

All we know's that souls [bad word] and go

So what's that magic number
Of how many men can live
Before our precious mama
Can no longer give?
I don't need your answers
I'm content

With how much we can take
Before they call it rape
Everything that we create
Seems to get thrown in our face
To make it easier for the race
And harder to esacpe

The graveyard's full [bad word] out of dirt
But we can use the bones
To build another church
Thick walls made of men
Whose souls [bad word] and went

All we know's that souls [bad word] and go