Burt Rutan

Burt Rutan

Kids In The Way
(album: Apparitions Of Melody)

Split the blackened sky and open flood gates wide
With just one little cry you open up your eyes
We live like whores, oh baby, baby,
We´re killing dreams for little boys and little girls

It´s our nation, we were living for the day
On our way to devastation, in the fires we play

Awake the frozen souls and burn the idol bulls
Our lips pressed to the coal, a glowing cinder makes us whole
We wash our hands, oh baby, baby,
Of all the blood from innocence that we have shed

It´s our nation, we were living for the day
On our way to devastation, in the fires we play

We are not a Republican nation, we are not a Democratic nation,
In the fires we play!
We are not a White nation, we are not a Black nation
In the fires we play!
We are dying nation stuck in desperation
We need you, our God!

We wash our hands from all the blood of innocence

It´s our nation, we were living for the day
On our way to devastation, in the fires we play