It's in the grain of the wood It's in the needle's rust It's in the eagle's claw It's in the eyes you trust It's in the jackal's dreams It's in the sleet and the hail It's in the unmarked box Came today in the mail It's in the dead man's pocket It's in the child's first sin It's in the Constitution Written in very small print It's in Colin Powell's lies It's in the Shaman's trance It's in the cellar waiting And it's in the best laid plans Now we could cut and run Take half the blame Yeah, don't stop now That's why we came House gone up in flames It's in the National Anthem It's in the scurrying roach It's in the closed partition 'Tween first class and coach It's in the relentless fever It's in the lonely room It's in the hands of fate And it's in the Pharaoh's tomb It's in the rich man's dreams It's in the poor man's hands It's in the body bags Along the Rio Grande It's in the evening shade It's on the zealot's tongue It's in the widow's tears And it's in the miner's lungs Now we could cut and run Take half the blame Yeah, don't stop now That's why we came House gone up in flames It's in the moon's dark spin It's in the cloudless sky It was in St. Peter's denial That he'd thrice deny It's in the distant thunder It's in the whispered prayer That they won't find us hidden Here beneath the stairs So consider yourself lucky And watch what you say I got what I wanted You might get the same It's in bold print nailed To the cathedral door It's in the black cold pressure On the ocean floor Now we could cut and run Take half the blame Yeah, don't stop now That's why we came alone This house gone up in flames © THE NIGHTWATCHMAN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com