The Ghost Dance Letra

of all we could be and all we've left behind
good mourning america
pulseing like a great tumor
turn your hearts and cry out to god
the last helecopter out of saigon

soul coughing spirit body coughing blood
in a slow and heavy holocaust of the heart
under dollar bills and riot sheilds
the machine exhales

you will get what you deserve

soul coughing spirit body coughing blood
in a slow and heavy holocaust of the heart
the government angels calm
like six thousand nuclear bombs

we're just ghost dancing
in a dying dream