Psalters
Ol' Glory
the killing fields are striped with redwhite lies in betweenwhile on a placid blue they floatlike islands safe from all they sowed beneathhigh above that poor man's toilthey lay in sacred isolationsafely placed in rows they arestars of self-preservationand on good friday,(and all that glory,)and on good friday,(and all that glory,)and on good friday...in that corner sea serenefifty stars line up against youflying high but they will sinkwith the weight of a heavy millstoneno man is an islandno one can run from all they've donein that deep blue they'll sinkfifty stars never to see the sunLetras de cancionesand on good fridaythose red stripes are carved into your backand on good fridaythose stars spangled your body blue and blackand on good fridaythe stars and stripes were torn in twoand all that glory, all that ol glorybelongs aloneto You
From Letras Mania