Well you made the land
With your own 2 hands
Remember the trail of tears
And you made the seas with the cold on breeze
Remember the second world war
Play a minor chord, for a lonesome boy
Jesus, his tears turn to stone
We need someone sing cause we turn everything
To battles, blades and bones
To battles, blades and bones

You let [bad word] wild
Like an unchained child
Remember the end near
You poured out the sand in the barren land
Remember the first cold war
Play a minor chord, for a lonesome lord
Jesus, his tears turn to stone
We need someone sing cause weturn everything
To battles, blades and bones
To battles, blades and bones

Then you made the city, made the steel shine pretty
Remember when the towers came down
And with same soldier’s home,
But wheep all alone
Cause we’ll be staying for long
Play a minor chord for a lonesome lord
Jesus, his tears turn to stone
We need someone sing cause weturn everything
To battles, blades and bones
To battles, blades and bones.