作曲 : Morello
It's in the grain of the wood 
It's in the needle's rust 
It's in the eagle's claw 
It's in the eyes you trust 
It's in the jackal's dreams 
It's in the sleet and the hail 
It's in the unmarked box 
Came today in the mail 
It's in the dead man's pocket 
It's in the child's first sin 
It's in the 
Constitution 
Written in very small print 
It's in Colin 
Powell's lies 
It's in the shaman's trance 
It's in the cellar waiting 
And it's in the best laid plans (chorus): 
Now we could cut and run 
To have the blame 
Now, don't stop now 
That's why we came 
House gone up in flames 
It's in the national anthem 
It's in the scurrying roach 
It's in the closed partition '
Tween first class and coach 
It's in the relentless fever 
It's in the lonely room 
It's in the hands of fate 
And it's in the pharaoh's tomb 
It's in the rich man's dreams 
It's in the poor man's hands 
It's in the body bags 
Along the 
Rio Grande 
It's in the evening shade 
It's on the zealot's tongue 
It's in the widow's tears 
And it's in the miner's lungs (chorus) 
It's in the moon's dark spin 
It's in the cloudless sky 
It's in Saint 
Peter's denial 
That he thrice denied 
It's in the distant thunder 
It's in the whispered prayer 
That they won't find us hidden 
Here beneath the stairs 
So consider yourself lucky 
And watch what you say 
I got what 
I wanted And you might get the same 
It's in bold print nailed to the cathedral door 
It's in the black cold pressure 
On the ocean floor (chorus)