For War and Rage
The rivers dry so lets go swimming
Splashing puddles on our legs and on our feet
The suns come out the trees they wither
So lets burn them to the ground while we still can
Beat the drums and dance for rain
Pound your feet upon the dirt and yell your praise
Turn the page then tear it clean
Then throw it in the drought tonight at dawn
The beasts are singing praises to the vessels
Then we shoot them with those pointed things we made
Don't worry little ones we don't abuse them
We throw what we don't use back in the bay
Orion's belt it shines above us
Holding up his skinny frame as we glare on
The milky way it mocks this place
So we prepare for war and for rage
Head dressed and daggered
Fattest in the front will guard the herd
On this night we fight to live or die
To satisfy our greed for blood and lucre
The beasts are singing praises to the vessels
Then we shoot them with those pointed things we made
Don't worry little ones we don't abuse them
We throw what we don't use back in the bay
The trail of bones agitates my feet
Our ancestral road the oasis we never once have found
My mind grows weak my body still
And Mother Earth with me weeps silently
Splashing puddles on our legs and on our feet
The suns come out the trees they wither
So lets burn them to the ground while we still can
Beat the drums and dance for rain
Pound your feet upon the dirt and yell your praise
Turn the page then tear it clean
Then throw it in the drought tonight at dawn
The beasts are singing praises to the vessels
Then we shoot them with those pointed things we made
Don't worry little ones we don't abuse them
We throw what we don't use back in the bay
Orion's belt it shines above us
Holding up his skinny frame as we glare on
The milky way it mocks this place
So we prepare for war and for rage
Head dressed and daggered
Fattest in the front will guard the herd
On this night we fight to live or die
To satisfy our greed for blood and lucre
The beasts are singing praises to the vessels
Then we shoot them with those pointed things we made
Don't worry little ones we don't abuse them
We throw what we don't use back in the bay
The trail of bones agitates my feet
Our ancestral road the oasis we never once have found
My mind grows weak my body still
And Mother Earth with me weeps silently
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Homer
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