The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold
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The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason
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Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls
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Sometimes this land looks empty ? it plays so many tricks on you
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The soil of dried blood-sown with seed of people
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Overrun with armies that grow out of the earth
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They flow down from the mountains, spring out of the ground
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The shacks they all have numbers
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The dirt tracks run in straight lines
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Vanity and uselessness, the minds of prison guards
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Praying on a Sunday, dressed up in our finest
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Any god is welcome ? any god that will come
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To give back what was taken, take back what was given
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Blood and death and sacrifice, the curse of wasting plague
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And all the beauty tainted and east of Eden cast
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Children walking bare foot in the golden dust
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Boys with blinding eyes, perfect skin and bible names
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Machetes and AKs, perfect skin and bible names
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Machetes and AKs, perfect skin and bible names
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Take back what was taken, take back what was taken
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Take back what was taken, machetes and Aks
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All the waiting, all the walking all the miles
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All the working in the fields and in the mines
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In the orchards of the rulers
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Bring us cure, bring us deliverance from evil
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From the sins of all the fathers
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Bring us water, bring us vengeance, bring us power
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Catch a sound in the dead of the night
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The clicked triggers of security lights
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By the pool where the shadows stir..silent, silent
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Through the scented garden moving in
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By the waving of the skeleton trees..closer and closer
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and through the walls and through the doors and…
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Red Earth
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| New Model Army |
