Sam Phillips
Black Sky
the trees are listening each time a missile`s made
they hide three mystics the earth sends from her grave
to tell us the future has been stolen away
by diggers, drillers and sellers
but we won`t stop `till we`re under a black sky
he took my picture int he cemetery sun
my body was tempted to crumble into one
reunion of dust until creation`s done
returning ashes to ashes
we won`t stop `till we`re underneath a black sky
the commerce the intrigue
self-slaughtered souls cry out to dead poor men
for a drink at the water hole
but their tongues will burn dry
as the day they were sold for
forests raped into deserts
we won`t stop `till we`re underneath a black sky
Black Sky
the trees are listening each time a missile`s made
they hide three mystics the earth sends from her grave
to tell us the future has been stolen away
by diggers, drillers and sellers
but we won`t stop `till we`re under a black sky
he took my picture int he cemetery sun
my body was tempted to crumble into one
reunion of dust until creation`s done
returning ashes to ashes
we won`t stop `till we`re underneath a black sky
the commerce the intrigue
self-slaughtered souls cry out to dead poor men
for a drink at the water hole
but their tongues will burn dry
as the day they were sold for
forests raped into deserts
we won`t stop `till we`re underneath a black sky