 Words and Music: Amy Ray
I left my anger in a river running highway five
New Hampshire, Vermont border by
College farms, hubcaps, falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have been tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past life sister of my desire
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose turn is it anyway
Now when I was young my people taught me well
Give back what you take or you'll go to hell
It's not the devil's land you know it's not that kind
Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose angel are you anyway
aaah-aaaaah-aaah-aah
White chain rope darling
Fear be still my dear
A bullet in the head now he's dead
A friend of a friend someone said
He was an activist with a very short life
I think there's a lesson here he died without a fight
In the war over land where the world began
Prophecy say that's where the world will end
But there's a tremor growing in our own backyard
Fear in our heads fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyard
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose turn is it anyway
Jonas, Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now I feel your ghost about
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose angel are you anyway
Amy:
I said there's prophets in the graveyard
Prophets in the graveyard
Prophets in the graveyard
Emily:
Now I walk in beauty
Beauty is before me
Beauty is behind me
Above and below
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