The hell you're in from where I stand
No we don't mind no that you've run and hid
When the silver bees fly you won't be saved
And they won't take you to a better place
Oh, they weigh you down with the memories of our bones
And they bury you in the schoolyard with their finger and their thumbs
And oh, they parade us out to the valley of the sun
And as you lay prostrate on the interstate they cut out all our tongues
The little ones were all they saved
As they laid them open on the salty plains
They claimed the wild ones were the ones to blame
As they buried families with their names
Oh, they weigh you down with the memories of our bones
And they bury you in the schoolyard with their finger and their thumbs
And oh, they parade us out to the valley of the sun
And as you lay prostrate on the interstate they cut out all our tongues
Where they take our bones
And where they take our bones
And where they take our bones
And well they take our bones