Graveyard's Full

The graveyard's full

We're running out of earth

But we can use the bones

To build another church

Thick walls made of men

Whose souls have come and went

So what's that magic number

Of how many men can live

Before our precious mother

Can no longer give?

I don't want your answers

I'm content

With how much we can take

Before they call it rape

Everything that we create

Seems to get thrown in our face

To make it easier for the race

And harder to esacpe

The graveyard's full

We're running out of earth

But we can use the bones

To build another church

Thick walls made of men

Whose souls have come and went

All we know's that souls

All come and go

So what's that magic number

Of how many men can live

Before our precious mama

Can no longer give?

I don't need your answers

I'm content

With how much we can take

Before they call it rape

Everything that we create

Seems to get thrown in our face

To make it easier for the race

And harder to esacpe

The graveyard's full

We're running out of dirt

But we can use the bones

To build another church

Thick walls made of men

Whose souls have come and went

All we know's that souls

All come and go