Bones of Saints

Bones of Saints
They're loading up in the ships
They're loading up the planes
There's madness in the sky
Above the bones of saints

So much of me is broken
The servants of a lie
Now everything is burning
There's a fire up in the sky
I said, no no no, no no no, no no no
We're up against the bench
While all the walls fall down
I hear the children scream
But then the fear abound
And that's the leading question
Where all the money comes
I'll say who makes the bullets
If you tell me who sells the guns
I said, no no no, no no no, no no no
No no no, no no no, no no no
In the Garden of Eden
And the wheels go round and round
The sight of an angel
When the best fair deals come down
In the Garden of Eden
And the wheels go round and round
The sight of an angel
When the best fair deals come down
No no no, no no no, no no no
No no no, no no no, no no no

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