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Whose woods these are I think I know |
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they stole them when they found the gold |
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well a broken little treaty holds the proof |
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Now it's snowblind madness on the plains |
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I clamor for a purer strain |
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well you don't need many words to speak the truth |
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Rise up and be lonely |
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Where daisies burn and kisses fade |
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from lack of light in heart and mind |
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cold hymns explode and voodoo scenes erupt in time |
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I make my way in leaves and roots |
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I'm trembling in my travelin shoes |
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I don't believe, but I believe I'll dust my broom |
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Rise up and be lonely |
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Stripes on my shoulders, chains on my feet |
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all the money in the world is a lame retreat |
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from the shelter behind our eyes |
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Look now the sun hangs like a thief |
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over branches leaf to leaf |
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and I'm out walking |
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under corporate criminal skies |
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Rise up in the morning |
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Rise up and be lonely |
