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I had a dream that I was a folk rock singer strumming six strings on a dark smokey stage in an old dusty bar in some nameless southern town forgotten by their fathers, brothers, and their gods but where ever I may find two ears and a smile well I, I'd sing all night and I would walk from the east coast to the west a minstrel boy singin songs about love and politics playing town to town for a drink and a hand urging you and me to take back this land from the tyant, the sword, and the noblemen's grasp returned to the soil I'd rise up and shout til my lungs turned blue a billion voices in unison screaming "we're through" with the cowboy on the saddle charging blind into the fight so righteous with divinity he only sees his side watching sword in hand barking orders at the sun while the son fights for his life I see a preacher's son hold a silver gun while a million hands just hold their tongue and a holy man with a pilgrim soul strikes men dead for what their father told a man in red directs the lifeless choir Songtexteas the ghosts march on to the sacred pyre the host of great white gods adjourn and they laugh with glee as the city burns but the hill turns black on the foolish king as his throne of thorns begins to sink the sunrise east of the mountains gleams like the the serpants tongue in the bloody sea and I awoke in my bed to the same sad songs playing loud as hell on my alarm clock and I think maybe I should just stand up and raise my voice only I'm just too fucking weak to make any noise but maybe when I'm brave enough to sing the words I wrote I'll find my way home Aus Songtexte Mania