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.