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I had a dream that I was a folk rock singerstrumming six strings on a dark smokey stagein an old dusty bar in some nameless southern townforgotten by their fathers, brothers, and their godsbut where ever I may find two ears and a smilewell I, I'd sing all nightand I would walk from the east coast to the westa minstrel boy singin songs about love and politicsplaying town to town for a drink and a handurging you and me to take back this landfrom the tyant, the sword, and the noblemen's graspreturned to the soilI'd rise up and shout til my lungs turned bluea billion voices in unison screaming "we're through"with the cowboy on the saddle charging blind into the fightso righteous with divinity he only sees his sidewatching sword in hand barking orders at the sunwhile the son fights for his lifeI see a preacher's son hold a silver gunwhile a million hands just hold their tongueand a holy man with a pilgrim soulstrikes men dead for what their father tolda man in red directs the lifeless choirSongtexteas the ghosts march on to the sacred pyre the host of great white gods adjournand they laugh with glee as the city burnsbut the hill turns black on the foolish kingas his throne of thorns begins to sinkthe sunrise east of the mountains gleamslike the the serpants tongue in the bloody seaand I awoke in my bed to the same sad songsplaying loud as hell on my alarm clockand I think maybe I should just stand up and raise my voiceonly I'm just too fucking weak to make any noisebut maybe when I'm brave enough to sing the words I wroteI'll find my way home Aus Songtexte Mania