Up the river
Is the beginner
Who weighs the heart
Against the silver
Against the gold
'Gainst the light and dark
And he makes of what he holds
And sells it to the lame
And he writes of every soul
Where they left and where they came
And where they lie - it's never the same
In the valley
There is a tally
Of the living and the dead
They give them horses
For unknown forces
That come to pay their debt
To the sky they start to cry
At what's done in His name
And they lay every which way
Pointing fingers to lay the blame
Upon the kings, upon the graves
A creeping gunman
Up to something
Takes one more name
The dust it settles
On a million metals
Worn by the sons of Kane
And Adam's kin takes them in
And counts his many scars
And he loans the skin and bones
To a drunk at the end of the bar
"You don't know how lucky you are"
