Clutch (band) - Son of Virginia lyrics

It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98 When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard Wouldn't have bothered me so much Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars Recite my lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia When the storm blew over we made our way To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus By the dim light of a narrow window we saw The God's honest truth staring right back at us Recite your lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98 When that old blind dog started calling me a**ociate Wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact That was the truth of it Recite our lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder I wept like a child as the son rose above her Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder