Got some boys who were upset, 
They were headed out to India Point 
Got two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said 
You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth. 
One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point 
Said, What god's are you to take this, 
And turn to blood? 

'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop 
Climb down to the cemeteries 
Where the missionary line up 
For the mercy of the military's time 
Treat bodies like a bullet rigging clothes on the 
clothesline 
'Cause the praise under are during his own life 
And it won't be the last time 

We use them eyes to see 
Them all hanging 
I believe I can make you whole 
See them all go back again 
And I don't think you'll ever know 
How it goes and why we run down 
To the place we often bled 

'Cause it's a manifest destiny 
Like a genocide recipe 
Telling the knowledge 
That rests in me to fear my own race 
Challenge your good 
Another thick of your callous 

Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice 
Where are my boots 
The hell, you did 
Come down from your palace 
To see us all 
Reaching up 
To see us all 
Reaching up 

'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop 
Climb down to the cemeteries 
Where the missionaries line up 
For the mercy of the military sign 
Treat bodies like a bullet ridden clothes on the 
clothesline 
'Cause the praise under are during his own life 
And it won't be the last time 

We use them eyes to see 
Them all hanging 
I believe I can make you whole 
See them all go back again 
And I don't think we'll ever know 
How it goes and why he runs down 
To the place 
'Cause I'm slowly turning in 

Don't you have to go? 
Don't you have to go? 
Don't you have to go, child? 
Don't you have to go? 

Take them to your cousins land 
Sweet Madeline has got her hand 
And she's asking the last man to fall 

Don't fall 
When I'm listening 
Holy water 
Go ask your friend 
And may your fever? be gone 

When I'm listening 
Holy Lama 
Go ask your friend 
And may your freedom be gone