Good Samaritan War

The road up north to a New Jerusalem
Angels scream for the blood of men
Rocks have ears, stones have eyes
Sun in eyes in falling skies

He was thirsty he had fallen among thieves
Sweat on his face, dirt on his knees
And then the red Chevy comes
The Good Samaritan pulls out a gun

Twenty-two years shot, bleeding to death
Don’t dream for more than second best
The man who shot him pulls over, stops
“It’s just a trespassing Mexican, call the cops”

South of the Border, American investments
Work ten hours a day for fifty cents
Up north, the Good American
Thinks he’s the Good Samaritan

Call the name of war, call slavery
The horsemen ride again against the tree
Heaven rains down blood and fire
Smoke curls from crumbling empires