The wind’s whispers are drown out
by screams and shouts
broken dreams, no doubt seem
the end is near
awash with tears
and years and years will pass you by
what dreams did come abruptly die
and cry and sing farewell to pain
and dance and stumble in acid rain
all that remain now rot and rust
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
and winds blow truth from dying tongues
but void of proof
with smoke filled lungs
and coffee black
and crack the code
and heart attack and gravel road
we found Tom Joad all out of breath
the preacher man led him to meth
but Jesus freaks don’t speak for him
they leave him hanging from a limb
with nails and pails to catch the wine
heres silver coins, pay Caesar’s fine
we burn the flesh and worship dust
who is this God in whom we trust?
We lust for treasures, fortune, fame
we’ve broken rules of every game
and its a shame we cannot see
that we all hang from the same tree.
Roman legionnaires are we,
shouting ‘freedom isn’t free’.
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