It's in the needle's rust
It's in the eagle's claw
It's in the eyes you trust
It's in the jackal's dreams
It's in the sleet and the hail
It's in the unmarked box
Came today in the mail
It's in the dead man's pocket
It's in the child's first sin
It's in the Constitution
Written in very small print
It's in Colin Powell's lies
It's in the Shaman's trance
It's in the cellar waiting
And it's in the best laid plans
Now we could cut and run
Take half the blame
Yeah, don't stop now
That's why we came
House gone up in flames
It's in the National Anthem
It's in the scurrying roach
It's in the closed partition
'Tween first class and coach
It's in the relentless fever
It's in the lonely room
It's in the hands of fate
And it's in the Pharaoh's tomb
It's in the rich man's dreams
It's in the poor man's hands
It's in the body bags
Along the Rio Grande
It's in the evening shade
It's on the zealot's tongue
It's in the widow's tears
And it's in the miner's lungs
Now we could cut and run
Take half the blame
Yeah, don't stop now
That's why we came
House gone up in flames
It's in the moon's dark spin
It's in the cloudless sky
It was in St. Peter's denial
That he'd thrice deny
It's in the distant thunder
It's in the whispered prayer
That they won't find us hidden
Here beneath the stairs
So consider yourself lucky
And watch what you say
I got what I wanted
You might get the same
It's in bold print nailed
To the cathedral door
It's in the black cold pressure
On the ocean floor
Now we could cut and run
Take half the blame
Yeah, don't stop now
That's why we came alone
This house gone up in flames
It's in the grain of the wood It's in the needle's rust It's in the eagle's claw It's in the eyes you trust It's in the jackal's dreams It's in the sleet and the hail It's in the unmarked box Came today in the mail It's in the dead man's pocket It's in the child's first sin It's in the Constitution Written in very small print It's in Colin Powell's lies It's in the Shaman's trance It's in the cellar waiting And it's in the best laid plans Now we could cut and run Take half the blame Yeah, don't stop now That's why we came House gone up in flames It's in the National Anthem It's in the scurrying roach It's in the closed partition 'Tween first class and coach It's in the relentless fever It's in the lonely room It's in the hands of fate And it's in the Pharaoh's tomb It's in the rich man's dreams It's in the poor man's hands It's in the body bags Along the Rio Grande It's in the evening shade It's on the zealot's tongue It's in the widow's tears And it's in the miner's lungs Now we could cut and run Take half the blame Yeah, don't stop now That's why we came House gone up in flames It's in the moon's dark spin It's in the cloudless sky It was in St. Peter's denial That he'd thrice deny It's in the distant thunder It's in the whispered prayer That they won't find us hidden Here beneath the stairs So consider yourself lucky And watch what you say I got what I wanted You might get the same It's in bold print nailed To the cathedral door It's in the black cold pressure On the ocean floor Now we could cut and run Take half the blame Yeah, don't stop now That's why we came alone This house gone up in flames Explain Request ×
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