The Shadow of Seattle

Rain like tin angels falling down

Like a mission and we're halfway there

From some old dried-up, fried, forgotten town

Why won't they let us be ourselves?

With our potential we could toe the line

And show the bastards up with our divine

Light, light, light, light

Seize all the records from the past

Hold for ransom all the artifacts

This ragged town protects them to the last

With lies, lies, lies, lies

See them running

Heading homeward

To Seattle

Deem all the liars in your tribe

To be the fires on the western side

Of some old front we call the war of art

Rain like tin angels falling down

Like a mission and we're halfway there

From some old dried-up, fried, forgotten town

From some old dried-up, fried, forgotten town

To some old dried-up, fried, forgotten town