If they should crash, let them crash
Let them crash like the wave
When it breaks on the shore line
And if they burn, let them burn
Let them burn like the fire
When it's higher than a pitch pine
If they should rise from the ashes
Then fashion the caskets
And fill them until they concede
If they should kindle the embers
Then tend to the cinders
Hold fast 'til the last of them bleeds
Mother, when I'm waking in the morning
Will the new day be peaceful?
Is the belly of the beast full?
It's hard to see how it could feed and feed
And still need more
If they should fall, let them fall
Let them fall like the tide
All that rise come to ebb now
And when the low slack arrives
Bleed the life from their eyes
'Til the last one is dead now
And if they rise from the depth to the day
Make their watery graves in the waves now
And as they drown, oh the sun start to fade
See the light bend and break on the way down
Mother, when I'm waking in the morning
Will the new day be peaceful?
Is the belly of the beast full?
It's hard to see how it could feed and feed
And still need more
And yet it still needs more
Every time it leaves me be
It's not for long
Has it gone?
I feel I'm dying
Feel my weak pulse...
Weak like well water
Too faint for my place in the sun