Oh, sweet thing

Zion doesn’t love you

And babylon don’t love you

But you love everything

Oh, you saint

America don’t love you

So I could never love you

In spite of everything

In the dark of this place

There’s the glow of your face

There’s the dust on the screen

Of this broken machine

And I can’t help but feel that I made some mistake

But I let it go

(YA HEY, YA HEY, YA HEY)

CHORUS:

Through the fire and through the flames

(YA-HEY, YA-HEY)

You won’t even say your name

(YA-HEY, YA-HEY)

Through the fire and through the flames

You won’t even say your name

Only I am that I am

But who could ever live that way?

(YA-HEY, YA-HEY)

Oh,

The motherland don’t love you

The fatherland don’t love you

So why love anything?

Oh, good God

The faithless, they don’t love you

The zealous hearts don’t love you

And that’s not gonna change

All the cameras and files

All the paranoid style

All the tension and fear

Of a secret career

And I think in your heart

That you see the mistakes

But you let it go

(YA-HEY, YA-HEY, YA-HEY)

CHORUS

Outside the tents

On the festival grounds

As the air began to cool

And the sun went down

My soul swooned as I faintly heard the sound

Of you spinning “Israelites” into “19th Nervous Breakdown”

CHORUS