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Lying all night, screaming in pain |
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Defending the cross in the Belfast rain |
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The billy saw me at the end of the street |
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So I lit up my torch and embraced him with heat |
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Town of Aintab in 340 A.D. |
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Threw me in a quarry, no way to get free |
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I called on hate to give me my life |
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And he came on his black horse, obsidian knife |
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Happened one night, I was lying in bed |
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Eyes wide open, I could have been dead |
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The sky lady came with her eyes shining bright |
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And the bears and the billies and the bullies took flight |
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But I called them all back |
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And the sky lady too |
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The bears and the billies and the bullies, |
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Me and you |
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We laid down our bombs and bows |
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And drank to their health on the Anatolian plateau |
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From New Scotland to Calgary |
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The geese are high and so are we |
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We don't even need a map |
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We're way too fast for the highway trap |
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So hit the road and shine a light |
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I think we're gonna find the path tonight |
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Shooting star and the moon is bad |
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It's the best damn omen that we ever had |
