Tell me a story
Settle the cards
Give me a cause for the foreign wars
Wrap me up in our flag
And let the bombs fall where they may
Tell me a tale
Make the puzzle whole
Give it to the pilgrim without a soul
Sell it to the miner who can't afford his coal
And may the history factory never close
Never close, never close
You can build an army of this rabble yet
You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead
Tell them a story
God, blood, and glory
Brew up an enemy
"They're coming to steal your bread."
And let the bombs fall where they may
On faces I don't see with names I cannot say
For I trust the storyteller with my vote
I, pilgrim, was sold a golden soul
Sold a soul, sold his soul
The first thing I remember
Waking up and seeing you there
Comfort like a fire
Like an answer to a prayer
Like a beacon in the blackness
Solace from the racket
Take your shears to the briars
Kill the chaos, make it clear
Tell me why the buildings fall and everybody dies
I have so many questions
Just tell me where to sign
And I'll take up arms and lock all the doors
And tell them a story about the good guys
Of the war, of the war
Tell me a story
To help me slip away
I drank up an enemy
So let the bombs rain from our parade
And fall where they may
