Bleed

06 May 2002

"Blood will have blood" - Shakespeare, Macbeth

It’s a beautiful day in December and the war is coming home
Across the fields where shepherds sleep tanks of the armies roam
Sees the blood in the toilet bowl thinks of her late addition
The way her body is bound to the moon in constant capitulation

You tell me
Is it your heart or down below
For your country or for your soul
That you bleed

The agents of fear and disorder crawl the salty brine
Drink from the wells of beauty and health drink to the prophetic sign
Marines have landed on the shores of the bay cut off escape over land
They’ve already taken the radio station armed to the teeth to a man

CHORUS I heard you say All that rises must submerge I heard you say Red sky at morn does sailors warn I heard you say Whatever goes around Must come Must come around

This time when they lock you up for your trust in the holy grail
No walls will fall or chains come loose no angel go your bail

CHORUS
Em/G/D/Em

C/D/G
C/D/G/Em
C/D/G/Em
C/D

C/G