Tell Me a Story
Tell me a story, settle the cards.
Give me a cause for the foreign wars.
Wrap me up in our flag,
And let the bombs fall where they may.
Tell me a tale, make the puzzle whole.
Give it to the pilgrim without a soul.
Sell it to the miner who can't afford his coal
And may the history factory never close.
You can build an army of this rabble yet.
You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead. Tell them a story:
God blood and glory,
Brew up an enemy:
They're comin' to steal your bread.
And let the bombs fall where they may
On faces I don't see with names I cannot say.
For I trust the storyteller with my vote.
I, pilgrim was sold a golden soul,
Sold a soul, sold his soul.
The first thing I remember?
Waking up and seeing you there.
Comfort like a fire, like an answer to a prayer.
Like a beacon in the blackness,
Solace from the racket.
Take your shears to the briars.
Kill the chaors, make it clear.
Tell me why the buildings fall and everybody dies.
I have so many questions,
Just tell me where to sign...
And I'll take up arms and lock all the doors
And I'll tell them a story 'bout the good guys
Of the war, of the war.
Tell me a story to help me slip away.
I drank up an enemy.
So let the bombs rain from our parade
And fall where they may.
Give me a cause for the foreign wars.
Wrap me up in our flag,
And let the bombs fall where they may.
Tell me a tale, make the puzzle whole.
Give it to the pilgrim without a soul.
Sell it to the miner who can't afford his coal
And may the history factory never close.
You can build an army of this rabble yet.
You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead. Tell them a story:
God blood and glory,
Brew up an enemy:
They're comin' to steal your bread.
And let the bombs fall where they may
On faces I don't see with names I cannot say.
For I trust the storyteller with my vote.
I, pilgrim was sold a golden soul,
Sold a soul, sold his soul.
The first thing I remember?
Waking up and seeing you there.
Comfort like a fire, like an answer to a prayer.
Like a beacon in the blackness,
Solace from the racket.
Take your shears to the briars.
Kill the chaors, make it clear.
Tell me why the buildings fall and everybody dies.
I have so many questions,
Just tell me where to sign...
And I'll take up arms and lock all the doors
And I'll tell them a story 'bout the good guys
Of the war, of the war.
Tell me a story to help me slip away.
I drank up an enemy.
So let the bombs rain from our parade
And fall where they may.
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Writer(s): Petersen Erik F
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