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 forest run 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.