I left my anger in a river running highway five
New Hampshire Vermont border by
college farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
voices in the woods and the mountains tops
i used to search for reservations and native lands
before i realized everywhere i stand
there have been tribal feet running wild as fire
some past life sister of my desire

jonas and ezekial hear me now
steady now don't come out
i'm not ready for the dead to show its face
whose turn is it 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 diguise

jonas and ezekial hear me now
steady now and don't come out
i'm not ready for the dead to show its face
whose turn is it anyway?

white chain 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
but there's a tremor growing in our own backyards
fear in our heads fear in our hearts
prophets in the graveyard

jonas and ezekial hear me now
hear me now steady now don't come out
i'm not ready for the dead to show its face
whose turn is it anyway?

jonas and ezekial hear me now
steady now i feel your ghost about
i'm not ready for the dead to show its face
whose angel are you anyway?