| The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold
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| The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason
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| Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls
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| Sometimes this land looks empty '- it plays so many tricks on you
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| The soil of dried blood-sown with seed of people
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| Overrun with armies that grow out of the earth
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| They flow down from the mountains, sring out of the ground
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| The shacks they all have numbers
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| The dirt tracks run in straight lines
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| Vanity and uselessness, the minds of prison guards
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| Praying on a Sunday, dressed up in our finest
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| Any god is welcome '- any god that will come
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| To give back what was taken, take back what was given
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| Blood and death and sacrifice, the curse of wasting plagne
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| And all the beauty tainted and east of Eden cast
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| Children walking bare foot in the golden dust
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| Boys with blinding eyes, perfect skin and bible names
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| Machetes and AKs, perfect skin and bible names
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| Machetes and AKs, perfect skin and bible names
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| Take back what was taken, take back what was taken
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| Take back what was taken, machetes and Aks
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| All the waiting, all the walking all the miles
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| All the working in the fields and in the mines
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| In the orchards of the rulers
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| Bring us cure, bring us deliverance from evil
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| From the sins of all the fathers
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| Bring us water, bring us vengeance, bring us power
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| Catch a sound in the dead of the nihgt
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| The clicked triggers of security lights
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| By the pool where the shadows stir… silent, silent
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| Through the scented garden moving in
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| By the waving of the skeleton trees… closer and closer
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| And through the doors and through the walls and'… |