Horses in the Sky

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 were 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 heroes all died crazy

Broken, poor or shot

Let's celebrate their tragedy

And sanctify the loss

And manifest the daydream

Like those who failed before

And glorify our small attempts

And hate ourselves no more

Blow words between this sucker's teeth

And bind these panicked hands

Lose your heart like a clumsy bell

Please be well

Please be well

Please be well

Please be well

Please be well...

And all I true love

Is the light in my sister's darling eyes...