We go down to throw rocks at the river
Curses at the parade
We're just stoning the gears of the clockworks
Try to keep us from acting our age
We swore we'd carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
A (D)
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
After all the nomads are settling down
Used to give most the bread to her landlord
leave the crust for the squats.
Now the death weighed as we paid the bankers.
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear they're playing our song.
Hold your breath cause we're gonna go under;
A (D)
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
After all the nomads are settling down x2
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
said he'd never grow.
We'd stay always on a role
run besides the trains past the mossy stones.
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!"
Chorus a few times
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.