Once Nothing Put Some Stank On It
Wake the sleeping, wake the sleeping
The town is on its knees, the town is on its knees
The city is surrounded by a nation that's holding guns
Torches can light the path from the fields to the rivers
Take the children to the sand; they don't need to see this
Cast your spells swear by the stars
Some cry for miracles
Nightmares have been traded for dreams and you have buried all your angels
No hands are free from blood, no hands
All their stomachs are full
They sold their souls for gold
You've buried all your angels
