Crying

[Verse 1] Laugh in the face of death under masthead Hold your breath through late breaking disasters Next to news of the trite And the codes and the feelings That meant to be noble Like coke in the nose of the nobles Keeps it alight And the wrath and the riots And the races on fire And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight [Chorus] Got you crying Crying Oh why-ing Oh my, my, my [Verse 2] Gold is another word for culture Leads to fattening of the vultures 'Til this bird can barely fly And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behavior never gets mentioned The writings, on your wall And the blood on the cradle And the ashes you wade through Got you calling God's name in vain Leaved the damned to damn it all [Chorus] [Verse 3] Broken rose-colored glasses Can't see for the thorns And you just can't stand no more What a clumsy kind of low Time to take the wheel and the road from the masters Take this car, drive it straight into the wall Build it back up from the floor [Bridge] And stop our crying Crying Oh why-ing Oh my, my, my [Outro] Our crying[x3] Still you try, try, try