Brown Bird Thunder & Lightning
I heard the thunder and lightning
Struck by your tower today
And though the world wasn't frightened
You sent the whole world away
And now you're huddled there alone in your tower of tears
Every step and every stone filled with millions of fears
Your poison blood and brittle bones
Start to clutter and crack
Beneath your hell of a home
Cut down by the cruel and the crass fold
Catch hell from the mighty and high
Ain't nowhere left for the good to go
No truth in a world full of lies
Our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around
Gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground
To wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole
To keep a good man down
Shake the hands of holy ghosts
Dance along an ivory coast
Share your flesh with passing shadows
On a bed of broken hopes
Be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
That your lungs can hold
Welcome all your bastard actions back home
Why do we cry cry our eyes out
In them low lowly graves
Mourning all the times
We would've could've should've had our way
We were hard hearted heathens
To their soul saving saints
Spilling blood in the same God's holy name
We were the heathens to their saints
Spilling blood in the same God's holy name
Shake the hands of holy ghosts
Dance along an ivory coast
Share your flesh with passing shadows
On a bed of broken hopes
Be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
That your lungs can hold
Welcome all your bastard actions back home
