here comes the spirit of my hot sun,
on the left hand dancing cold moon…
they cried ‘’dem dem dem dry bones’’
and ringed in tambourins for the lord of the doom
at first day of july
the leg bone connected to the foot bone
the neck bone connected the back bone
the beck bone connected to the head bone
now hear the word of the lord!
dem bone dem bone to the dry bone
now hear the word of the lord
at first day of july
our time is a man
with a maw without end
it is a time of his bondage
he has blood on his hands
our time is a beef
full of fat and it’s leased
our days is a notes
from the past to our time
our time is a face
it’s a snake and snake’s eyes
it’s a shot
it’s a race
it’s too law for outcry
our time has no heroes
it is a time without flowers
all the flowers is out - stolen
from the tomb of our time