House Gone Up in Flames

Its in the grain of the wood
Its in the needles rust
Its in the eagles claw
Its in the eyes you trust
Its in the jackals dreams
Its in the sleet and the hail
Its in the unmarked box
Came today in the mail
Its in the dead mans pocket
Its in the childs first sin
Its in the
Constitution
Written in very small print
Its in Colin
Powells lies
Its in the shamans trance
Its in the cellar waiting
And its in the best laid plans (chorus):
Now we could cut and run
To have the blame
Now, dont stop now
Thats why we came
House gone up in flames
Its in the national anthem
Its in the scurrying roach
Its in the closed partition
Tween first class and coach
Its in the relentless fever
Its in the lonely room
Its in the hands of fate
And its in the pharaohs tomb
Its in the rich mans dreams
Its in the poor mans hands
Its in the body bags
Along the
Rio Grande
Its in the evening shade
Its on the zealots tongue
Its in the widows tears
And its in the miners lungs (chorus)
Its in the moons dark spin
Its in the cloudless sky
Its in Saint
Peters denial
That he thrice denied
Its in the distant thunder
Its in the whispered prayer
That they wont find us hidden
Here beneath the stairs
So consider yourself lucky
And watch what you say
I got what
I wanted And you might get the same
Its in bold print nailed to the cathedral door
Its in the black cold pressure
On the ocean floor (chorus)