Just as soon as you fly the black flag with your hands
Zapatistas listen close to Zarathustra and Firebrands
Copper on my tongue close to blazing 'em clean
Downcast murmuring sigh is now a murdering scream
Dark horses of sam flying low over mexico
Take a hit in the rib down in the ring at the rodeo
One face in a crowd and I can pick out the fighters
Pot shots at the clouds try and take out the pilots
More. that's the slogan of sam
Will to power drives the train just to have and to grab
Indiscriminate thieves, start by bulldozing homes
Out from under my feet, leave a nation of bones
Pity. The bell of taco is closed
In the blink of an eye and the lie is exposed
Look back down seven towns are controlled
Melt back to the darkness in a jungle of bones
We know our history
And here we are
Looking for a miracle
In the city of God
We know our history
And here we are
Looking for a miracle
In the city of God
But the cruelest joke of all is while they're cheering them on
The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons
Ironic. that's the Firebrand tone
Rattle and roll in the nation of bones
But the cruelest joke of all is while they're cheering them on
The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons
Ironic. that's the Firebrand tone
Rattle and roll in the nation of bones
We know our history
And here we are
We're looking for a miracle
In the city of God
We know our history
And here we are
Looking for a miracle
In the city of God
In the city of God
In the city of God
In the city of God