Radio Psalms

Cast their bones to sleep
Our dissidents have locked their doors with keys that I have made
They won't betray the words we speak
For heavy is our hand upon the street
Oh could it be, they don't believe in me?

For all the things you've veiled in books
A vain, bright light displays, "you're so great"
Have all your plans been undertook?
The greatest con a rook
Ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave

Leveraging their bones for willingness to work in factory-homes
Eat, sleep, produce
They've tied the noose around their throats
And now they're left to swing from sovereign rope
Not spun from twine, but naive piece of mind

For all the things you've veiled in books
A vain, bright light displays, "you're so great"
Have all your plans been undertook?
Your greatest con a rook
Ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave

Casting stones and broken bones outside us on the street
Long before these radio psalms lulled us all to sleep
Let's raise a toast to all these ghosts we've passed along the beat
There's landmines down on Broadway and I can barely sleep

Ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave