The trees are listening
Each time a missile's made
They hide three mystics
The earth sends from her grave
To tell us the future has been stolen away
By diggers, drillers, and sellers
But we won't stop till we're underneath a black sky
He took my picture in the cemetery sun
My body was tempted to crumble into one
Reunion of dust until creation's done
Returning ashes to ashes
We won't stop till we're underneath a black sky
The commerce, the intrigue
Self-slaughtered souls cry out to dead poor men
For a drink at the waterhole
Their tongues will burn dry
As the day they were sold for
The forests raped into deserts
We won't stop till we're underneath a black sky
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