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

And liars bring more lies



Though we was born defeated

Worried, tired and scared

And monsters build mean robots

Launching rockets into the air



And the wealth of our nations

Fed on angel blood

And our cities shot with moneyed schemes 

Built on twigs and mud



And our schools look like prisons

And our prisons look like malls

And downtown's just a sick parade

Where no-one cares at all



And our hero's all died crazy

Broken, poor or shot

Let's celebrate their tragedy

And sanctify the loss



And manifest the daydream 

Like those who fell before

And glorify our small attempts 

And hate ourselves no more



Blow words between these sucker's teeth

And bind these panicked hands

Lose your heart like a clumsy bell

Please be well



And all i true love

Is the light

In my sister's darling eyes