"Jonas & Ezekial" is an Amy Ray song from about Spring 1991, I  believe. Amy says that she wrote it while biking in Vermont. The  lyrics, that is. It's tough to ride while playing guitar. The first  I heard it was in a soundcheck on June 5, 1991, in Vienna, Virginia.  The version I'm transcribing is from the Austin City Limits  performance recorded in late '91, for broadcast in January 1992.  Jonas & Ezekial.  I left my anger in a river running near Highway 5  New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by,  Cottage farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks  Voices in the woods and the mountaintops  I used to search for reservations and native lands  Before I realized everywhere I stand  There have travelled feet burning wild as fire  And past lives, sister, are my desire  Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now  Steady now, and don't come out  I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face  Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?  When I was young my people taught me well  Give back what you take or you'll go to hell  It's not the devil's land, you know it's not that kind  Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine  Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise  Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now  Steady now, and don't come out  I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face  Whose turn is it anyway - anyway?  White - Tongue - Rope - Fear - Be Still My Dear  A bullet in the head, now he's dead  A friend of a friend, someone said.  He was an activist with a very short life  I think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight.  In the war over land where the world began  Prophecy says it's where the world will end  There's a tumor growing in our backyard  Fear in our heads; fear in our hearts  Prophets in the graveyards  Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now  Steady now, and don't come out  I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face  Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?  Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now  Steady now, before you ghost about  I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face  Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?  I said there's prophets in the graveyards, in the bars  Prophets in the graveyards, in the bars.