Bones of Saints

They're loading up the ships They're loading up the planes There's madness in the sky Above the bones of saints So much so nearly broken The servants of a lie Now everything is burning There's a fire up in the sky And I said no no no, no no no, no no no They're up against the fence When all the walls fall down I hear the children scream But then the fear abound And there's a leading question Where all the money comes? I'd say who makes the bullets? Tell me, who sells the guns? And I said no no no, no no no, no no no No no no, no no no, no no no In the Garden of Eden And the wheels go 'round and 'round The song of the ages Where the best way deals come down In the Garden of Eden And the wheels go 'round and 'round The song of the ages Where the best way deals come down No no no, no no no, no no no No no no, no no no, no no no No no no, no no no, no no no