Bones of Saints

They're loading up the ships
They're loading up the planes
There's madness in the sky
Above the bones of saints

So much so nearly broken
The servants of a lie
Now everything is burning
There's a fire up in the sky

And I said no no no, no no no, no no no

They're up against the fence
When all the walls fall down
I hear the children scream
But then the fear abound

And there's a leading question
Where all the money comes?
I'd say who makes the bullets?
Tell me, who sells the guns?

And I said no no no, no no no, no no no
No no no, no no no, no no no

In the Garden of Eden
And the wheels go 'round and 'round
The song of the ages
Where the best way deals come down

In the Garden of Eden
And the wheels go 'round and 'round
The song of the ages
Where the best way deals come down

No no no, no no no, no no no
No no no, no no no, no no no
No no no, no no no, no no no