Prophetstown


a river runs hard with rain a broken vein beneath the sky
a cannon stands dead and proud beside the bell of Prophetstown

the Indian Wars of '32 brought Lincoln through swimming in blood
he took a torch and left the night baptized in light and ash and mud

everybody burn another one
our heroes turn once again once again
we'll watch the starry sky fall down on Prophetstown

the Civil War betrayed her men housed them like wrens inside her breast
they shuffled off their beds turned down leaving their hearts in Prophetstown

everybody burn another one
our heroes turn once again once again
we'll watch the starry sky fall down on Prophetstown

now all the boys with bloodshot eyes and muscle cars hypothesize
how it might feel to kiss a girl and leave their world drunk and alive

everybody burn another one
our heroes turn once again once again
we'll watch the starry sky fall down on Prophetstown