Got some boys who were upset, nThey were headed out to India Point nGot two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said n“You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth.” nOne got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point nSaid, “What god's are you to take this, nAnd turn to blood?” nn'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop nClimb down to the cemeteries nWhere the missionary line up nFor the mercy of the military's time nTreat bodies like a bullet rigging clothes on the clothesline n'Cause the praise under are during his own life nAnd it won't be the last time nnWe use them eyes to see nThem all hanging nI believe I can make you whole nSee them all go back again nAnd I don’t think you’ll ever know nHow it goes and why we run down nTo the place we often bled nn'Cause it's a manifest destiny nLike a genocide recipe nTelling the knowledge nThat rests in me to fear my own race nChallenge your good nAnother thick of your callous nnDon't underestimate the fate of preordained malice nWhere are my boots nAnd where the hell is your balance nThe hell, you did nCome down from your palace nTo see us all nReaching up nTo see us all nReaching up nn'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop nClimb down to the cemeteries nWhere the missionaries line up nFor the mercy of the military sign nTreat bodies like a bullet ridden clothes on the clothesline n'Cause the praise under are during his own life nAnd it won't be the last time nnWe use them eyes to see nThem all hanging nI believe I can make you whole nSee them all go back again nAnd I don’t think we’ll ever know nHow it goes and why he runs down nTo the place n‘Cause I’m slowly turning in nnDon’t you have to go? nDon’t you have to go? nDon’t you have to go, child? nDon’t you have to go? nnTake them to your cousins’ land nSweet Madeline has got her hand nAnd she's asking the last man to fall nnDon't fall nWhen I'm listening nHoly water nGo ask your friend nAnd may your fever? be gone nnWhen I'm listening nHoly Lama nGo ask your friend nAnd may your freedom be gone