Your daddy always told you that the mad men always win
There's nothing they won't sacrifice, their focus never dims.
For the sake of production we sacrificed our time
We called our work our culture, gambled with our lives.
We rattled on and on in our broken down machine
Never even thinking it might run out of steam
We sacrificed compassion for fiscal responsibility
Sacrificed nature for the good of the economy
For the sake of the profit, we down played the signs
We kept drawing water from the well,
We kept drawing water from the well
We kept drawing water from the well
Until it went
dry
Grab your bag
Get ready to move
Everything is on fire
Our future is uncertain
Do you think you're ready to be
A para-lethal-field-medic-insurgent?
Learn how to run, learn how to hide
Learn how to be strong: to hold it all inside
Learn to hold out
to the bitter end
The sky is black
the earth won't stop shaking
The fires in the distance
are from our own making
We're pretty sure, that pretty soon
we'll have 'em right where we want 'em
They might try to run,
They'll try to hide
But soon they'll see the futility
Unless they hold out
to the bitter end
Laying in the meadow counting clouds in the sky
You can't own the wind, you can't keep the high
Laying in the meadow counting clouds in the sky
You can't own the wind, you can't keep the high
Laying in the meadow counting clouds in the sky
You can't own the wind, you can't keep the high
Before spontaneity became procedure
Before we forgot the language of the wind
Before either Janus or Terminus were born
Before the days had names;
before the kingdom came
Before we confined light and dark into boxes on our map of time
Before we invented day jobs
Before we applied lessons learned from ants and bees
Before the days had names;
before the kingdom came
Before the sacred grove was cut to build the concrete cathedral
Before greed and power-thirst united the world
Before we grew fat on convenience
Before the days had names;
before the kingdom came
We were raw creatures once...
We felt uneven stones under our feet
We felt a single drop of water on the backs of our necks
We hid in terrified silence in the jagged rocks
We laid supine for a glorious eternity in the never-ending sun
Laying in the meadow counting clouds in the sky
You can't own the wind and you can't keep the high
