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A Silver Mt. Zion: Microphones In The Trees

A Silver Mt. Zion: Microphones In The Trees

Microphones in the trees

Cameras in the sky

Antennas in the canyon

And the lobbys full of spies

For us who are like bulldozers

Sleeping in the sun

For us who are like lightning

Buried in the mud

Dont! Give! Up!

Dont! Give! In!

Our time will come

Cause we are the flood

So grab my hand

Lets set some fires

The citys piss

All hung with wires

To kiss a tit

Or have ones tit kissed

On bended knee

Its all you need

Lets build ships

Lets drift away

Our mighty fleet must float again

We are the flood