Текст песни The Honor System - Conquistadors
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feet touch dirt, hands touch the skyclothes we made hang from a linewe`ve watched as siblings die and pray we never willsing these work songs silentlymelodies of a thousand yearsadd a new verse everydaya tour bus passes now and then, glaring souls as black as nightspirits maimed and crippled could never understand this lifetheir sympathy is laughable, we are the wealthiest alivethe hotels keep crawling nearerthe hum of bulldozers grows loudertheir work songs blaze like bugles in our earsthe sickness is ambition, an insatiable appetiteto put their flags up everywhere, to burn down and build againcan you hold these ashes, tell yourself it was really worth the price?Plastic priests on "great" missionsConquistadors with wicked grinsyour treasure is a mythno use in digging here