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A Silver Mt. Zion: Horses In The Sky

A Silver Mt. Zion: Horses In The Sky

Oh my broken lamb

I worry when you cry

Babys gonna fetch ya

Horses in the sky

Though dead hands ring the garden

And these are violent times

And violence brings more violence

And liars bring more lies

Though we was born defeated

Worried, tired and scared

And monsters build mean robots

Launching rockets into the air

And the wealth of our nations

Fed on angel blood

And our cities shot with moneyed schemes

Built on twigs and mud

And our schools look like prisons

And our prisons look like malls

And downtowns just a sick parade

Where no-one cares at all

And our heros all died crazy

Broken, poor or shot

Lets celebrate their tragedy

And sanctify the loss

And manifest the daydream

Like those who fell before

And glorify our small attempts

And hate ourselves no more

Blow words between these suckers teeth

And bind these panicked hands

Lose your heart like a clumsy bell

Please be well

And all i true love

Is the light

In my sisters darling eyes