Tell me a story Settle the cards Give me a cause for the foreign wars Wrap me up in our flag And let the bombs fall where they may Tell me a tale Make the puzzle whole Give it to the pilgrim without a soul Sell it to the miner who can't afford his coal And may the history factory never close Never close, never close
You can build an army of this rabble yet You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead Tell them a story God, blood, and glory Brew up an enemy "They're coming to steal your bread." And let the bombs fall where they may On faces I don't see with names I cannot say For I trust the storyteller with my vote I, pilgrim, was sold a golden soul Sold a soul, sold his soul
The first thing I remember Waking up and seeing you there Comfort like a fire Like an answer to a prayer Like a beacon in the blackness Solace from the racket Take your shears to the briars Kill the chaos, make it clear Tell me why the buildings fall and everybody dies I have so many questions Just tell me where to sign And I'll take up arms and lock all the doors And tell them a story about the good guys Of the war, of the war
Tell me a story To help me slip away I drank up an enemy So let the bombs rain from our parade And fall where they may