Yesterday I met ten dozen people
their tongues were all broken.
Yes, I'll be the first to admit
I'm a little soft spoken
But what they don't say is worse I tell you
a broken tongue is better than not having one.
In a land of oceans turning black rather than blue
people looking for miracles, they've got something to sell to you
and they'll tie to God what meaning suits them best
it's not what comes from bottles, it's what you have left.
Oh ye great lands spread the truth afar
arm your men with weapons, sound the alarm
take what's not yours, you claim your Book tells you so
I don't know which book you're reading, but your truth isn't gold.
Now them people and all their broken tongues
began choking and talking and spitting like they should've done
about a million years before the troubles begun
don't let them fool you; stick with your mouth, stray from the gun.