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.