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Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town

Why
Won't they let us be ourselves?
With our potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
Light light light light

Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
With lies lies lies lies

See them running heading
Homeward to Seattle

Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the western side
Of some old front we call 'The war of art'

Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
To some old dried up, fried forgotten town
Rain   Like tin angels falling down   Like a mission and we're halfway there   From some old dried up, fried forgotten town      Why   Won't they let us be ourselves?   With our potential we could toe the line   And show the bastards up with our divine   Light light light light      Seize   All the records from the past   Hold for ransom all the artifacts   This ragged town protects them to the last   With lies lies lies lies      See them running heading   Homeward to Seattle      Deem   All the liars in your tribe   To be the fires on the western side   Of some old front we call 'The war of art'      Rain   Like tin angels falling down   Like a mission and we're halfway there   From some old dried up, fried forgotten town   From some old dried up, fried forgotten town   To some old dried up, fried forgotten town