13 Blues For Thirteen Moons

Blackout at the terror trials
It's the sixth year of their wars
I'm pacing shotgun hallways
While my fucking neighbor snores
But I swear I hear them cannon
Six miles out from shore

There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees

Singing (Singing)
This one by proxy
Singing (Singing)
That one by gun
Singing (Singing)
This one in water
Singing (Singing)
That one in blood
Singing (Singing)
This one by proxy
Singing (Singing)
That one by gun
Singing (Singing)
This one in water
Singing (Singing)
That one in blood

I live by the railroad
I don't get no sleep
Four corners resplendent
With indie-rock creeps

I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action

This bright boy's getting old
This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action

No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio

The economics
Of our trembling 'selves
The palsied pits
Where bad hearts yell
Let it be done
Let it be soon
Thirteen blues
For thirteen moons

You're gold of heart
And golden wings
Are lashed upon
Your troublings
This filthy moat
In which we swim
Is not our fate
These stubborn limbs
These open hands
These wicked winds
The hearts of birds
Keep on thundering
Let it fall down
Man, let it be soon
Thirteen blues
For thirteen moons

In gated chambers
They did meet
With cardboard stockings
Upon their feet
And tattled 'long
Their tattered roads
And none did ease
No other's load
The leaden lips
Of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch
On meat and ruin
And depth and light
Have long been truant
While our nations' shores
Go on bleeding into
The ocean

Let it fall down
Let it be soon
Thirteen blues
For thirteen moons

The hangman's got a hard-on
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker rapes a maid
The hangman's got a hard-on
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker rapes a maid

We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing
In your damn parade (In your damn parade)
We will not sing (We will not sing)
In your damn parade (In your damn parade)
We will not sing (We will not sing)
In your damn parade (In your damn parade)
We will not sing (We will not sing)
In your damn parade (In your damn parade)
We will not sing (We will not sing)
In your damn parade (In your damn parade)

...Will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing