Our Will Be Done

Give me room for a drunkard
Swaying back and swaying forth
While the city is shining finest
They barricade the doors
I feel a wound in my stomach
Shoding left and shoding right +++
Deliver me from slumber and fight
Mud in my mouth
From the dust in the sky
I spin to the ground
My tongue forever dry
Keep me in tradition
We’re here and here to stay
We’re not leaving till the sky reveals
It’s lovely morning gray
Here on barren landscapes
I feel our will be done
More powerful that hatred
Mud in my mouth
From the dust in the sky
I spin to the ground
My tongue forever dry
This bridge will never tremble
'Cause we hide it in the pockets
Of you and of I +++++
When they find it they will wonder
How we kept it for so long
Where we chose to hide it
And where they went wrong
Mud in my mouth
From the dust in the sky
I spin to the ground
My tongue forever dry
When the night is over
And I am down the road
Reaching to your pocket
And form that sandy stone
I feel our will be done