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I'm 'piphany rambler,
I ramble all day,
'piphany rambler,
don't take these blues away.

Up is lovely,
down is too,
it's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.

One million died to make this sound
Can't learn the words if you don't know the feeling
Can't get the feeling if you don't know the sound
One million died to make this sound
Your band
Your band is bland
Your band is bland ambition

Blackout at the terror trials
It's the 6th year of their wars
I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbour snores
But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees

It will not be a tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children
Will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destiny

Bullets in the bellies of babies
Sleeping in the strangest places

Dust in the mouths of our wanderers
A promise that we'll never quit
So drunk though our hands are closely woven
Entire fleets of staggering ships
Now our ships lie in the floors of the ocean
And the oceans bleach on the rich
And the terrifying dreams of our wanderers
That once lit our way and now hid

Dear Brothers and Sisters!
Dear Enemies and Friends!
Why are we all so alone here?
All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy
All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army
And we believed
That everyone was scared

Dear brothers and sisters
dear enemies and friends

Why are we all so alone here
All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy
All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army
And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses

They put angels in the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair

And no-one knew or no-one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs

We all got born so afraid
We still search for words to describe that pain
And cling to each other
Like pigeons in the rain
And nuzzle over feathered breasts
With beaks all worn and cracked and stained

Hang on to each other

Oh my broken lamb
I worry when you cry
Baby's gonna fetch ya
Horses in the sky

Though dead hands ring the garden
And these are violent times
And violence brings more violence

Microphones In The Trees

Microphones in the trees
Cameras in the sky
Antennas in the canyon
And the lobby's full of spies
For us who are like bulldozers
Sleeping in the sun

This was our stormy ending
Water sank our boats
Shouldn't we oh shouldn't we
Throw our hopes into the ocean
The ocean
The warm grey sea

Tell me or

To fix it all
With lightning paw,
Or explode
With joy and light -
To break the bars
With piss and scars,
Just hold me 'neath
The tumbling stars

Ring them bells
Ring them sorrowfull bells
Now freedom has come and gone

We've been waiting so long
Never ever so long
Now freedom as come and gone

1. Citizens in their homes
Missiles in their holes
And citizens in their homes
And missiles in their holes...

2. This highway needs rain
Across both of its lanes
Until all that remains

We got desperate
Waiting for our cheques to come
I got drunk, you got high
You would not raise your eyes

We got desperate
Waiting for our cheques to come
I got drunk, you got high

Canada oh canada i never been your son

You're a genteel rent boy

Choking on your tongue

And your bankers' vain plazas never nurtured no-one

Sisters and brothers,
We have surely lost our way.
In strip malls full of cancer,
And a pathetic rain.
And lover, sweet lover
Please don't discipline your hands.
Just kiss me in the morning,
In your dirtiest pants.

Dull white starlite,
pale as the morning falls away.

The devil each dawn,
and flat greys upon,
we're torn asunder neath his gaze.

So c'mon ye children,