Letras
The hell you're in
From where I stand
And we don't mind, no
Not in here
Until our leaves fly
You won't be safe
And they won't take you to
A better place
Oh, they weigh you down with the memories of our bones
They bury you in the schoolyard with their fingers and their thumbs
Oh, they parade us out to the valley of the sun
To lay prostrate on the interstate
They cut out all our tongues
The little ones
Are always saved
So lay them open
On salty plains
If they know why I'm home
You're the ones to blame
So bury families
With their names
Oh, they weigh you down with the memories of our bones
They bury you in the schoolyard with their fingers and their thumbs
Oh, they parade us out to the valley of the sun
To lay prostrate on the interstate
They cut out all our tongues
When they take our bones
When they take our bones
When they take our bones
When they take our bones