Wild Dog Pack

As the sun stood high over Ajami
You forbade me to join the army
My left paw belongs to the movement
My right paw hand regains its skill

The airport music fills me up
Until i'm cool with every murder
Until i clench my teeth into your skin
And stop winding up teething troubles

And in my dream
You are made of wool and sugar
Just who do you think you are and where were you 2001?

And in my dream
They shot all my siblings
Stuffed and arranged them
In the museum of natural history

The scent of cigarettes and sweets
Makes me steal every flower the city planted
Everything we say is a magic spell okay
Theres no such thing as natural history

And in my dream
We surf down streets in our shoes
And your ex-classmates unscrew every screw in their rooms

And in my dream
Are 107 billions ghosts circling our heads
We are wild dogs and we hunt in packs

When the terrorists attacked Manhattan
I came to visit you on your death bed
You forbade me to join the army
And i knew what you meant by that

The last time that I saw you breathing
I couldn't hear the words you said
But I was prepared to fight the good fight
You gave me everything I believe in in my life

And in my dreams we meet again in Zion
And we live in gaudy mansions and all power is gone
And in my dreams we witness the beginning
Of what comes after natural history