The graveyard's full We're running out of earth But we can use the bones To build another church Thick walls made of men Whose souls have come 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 escape
The graveyard's full We're running out of earth But we can use the bones To build another church Thick walls made of men Whose souls have come and went
All we know's that souls All come 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 escape
The graveyard's full We're running out of dirt But we can use the bones To build another church Thick walls made of men Whose souls have come and went