Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 Rain

 Like tin angels falling

 Down

  Like a mission and we're

  Halfway there

 >From some old dried up

 Fried forgotten town

 Why

 Won't they let us be

 Ourselves

 With our potential we

 Could tow the line

 And show the bastards up

 With our divine

 Light!

Middle part

 See them running heading

 howeward to Seattle

Verse 2

Seize

All the records from the

Past

Hold for ransom all the

Artifacts

This ragged town protects

Them to the last

With lies, lies

Verse 3

Deem

All the liars in your tribe

To be the fires on the

Western side

of some old front we call

the war of art

Verse 1 again with the last two lines repeated three times.