yeah i can see that smiling bay full of green boys young and tall the sons of men made guns out of sticks that fall i will be powerless i'll be the one that tills the ground before i laugh again, before i listen to that sound and will you beat our drum, cause god is on our side will you be my son cause all of mine have died on this cold unholy night, now i cleanse my heathen insides forgotten what i was forgotten what i cried a mother who warms her chest with the flags of all mankind she is waiting for peace, she is waiting for children to be born while jesus wrecks his mind with whisky and cain's revenge but the trees are a-callin the fields are rejoicing for our return yeah will you beat our drum cause god is on our side will you be my son cause all of mine have died on this cold unholy night now i cleanse my heathen insides forgotten what i was forgotten what i cried I wave to the guard and he waves a flag of flapping skin to hide his darkest fears and find a way back home the green knight says to him "in my advancing years, i know there'll be an end to all these palindromes" ideas and they inspire a perfect vision and a secret fire it's a new way, i say it's a new way will you beat our drum cause god is on our side will you be my son cause all of mine have died on this cold unholy night i cleanse my heathen sighs forgotten what i was forgotten what i cried