Dead Passengers

When there is light from up above Then there will come a sacred dove To the basement, to the basement When there is fear you won't have to cry Napkins are here, they'll dry your eyes And blind them, and blind them They will come to your home When they are here Faces down When there is greed taking control Moving the bricks and starving the older people Oh, people If you seek shelter from your past They'll come to point their fingers where you cast your shadow Cast your shadow They will come to your home When they are here Faces down But you Have been fooled You knew the rules By heart There is No guarantee Against infamy Out there When there is trouble on the road Dead passengers will guide you home They will lead you If they can just feed you They will come to your home When they are here Faces down