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upon the wind

Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, once from the grave

Daughters and sons from
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right, left to the jungle pioneer

See in the field my little son and daughter
Not long ago that
day dark is illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer

See in the field my little son
at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest
The king and the god builds his grave
To be prepared for Osiris
When he has left a new one will come
To rule in Pharaoh's name
A god of the sun and a son
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white
all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he
On Uncle Sam's daughters and sons
Good old boys and girls
Congregating, waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine playing with trains
now we’re children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict’ry and tell me grave
now we’re children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict’ry and tell me grave
dissolve and adhere, the grand retreat
Wither and lithe, simonize the bomb.

Goodbye to the century
Farewell to amnesty
Christen the sons and daughter
the blood red dawn.

I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners sons.
Who stormed
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear. 

One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
a married man
By the age of seventeen
He was the father of a son
At the age of eighteen years
Round his grave the grass grew long
Cruel death had put
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear. 

One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
stipend well deserved 
The fairest flower of your progeny 
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams 
The cruel consequence of your conceit
my stipend well deserved 
The fairest flower of your progeny 
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams 
The cruel consequence of your
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide 
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend. 

Daddy didn't like
on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room
I woke up very upset!
I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping
Their living breathin gorders
Somebody's sons
Somebody's daughters
Bodies thrown in the garbage chutes
You're lying sweat behind those suits
American
on track, we damn near got past crack
Then every dope dealer got snatched back
We all wit the black on black that's sad
Is it really in our nature what make
of all that's said and done
The forgotten son

This cities buried in defeat
I walk along these no-name streets
Wave goodbye to All

As I fall