The Ghost Dance

good mourning america
the holy roman empire
we sleepwalk through the last days blind
of all we could be and all we've left behind
good mourning america
pulseing like a great tumor
turn your hearts and cry out to god
the last helecopter out of saigon

soul coughing spirit body coughing blood
in a slow and heavy holocaust of the heart
under dollar bills and riot sheilds
the machine exhales

you will get what you deserve

soul coughing spirit body coughing blood
in a slow and heavy holocaust of the heart
the government angels calm
like six thousand nuclear bombs

we're just ghost dancing
in a dying dream