the shadow of Seattle

RainLike tin angels falling down
Like a mission and were halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
WhyWont they let us be ourselves?
With our potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
Light light light light
SeizeAll the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
With lies lies lies lies
See them running heading
Homeward to
SeattleDeem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the western side
Of some old front we call
The war of art
RainLike tin angels falling down
Like a mission and were halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
To some old dried up, fried forgotten town