downwind there is a comin'
a rumble in the sand. sets our feet to running
for the fear of the faceless man. for the fear of the faceless man. but if i had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall
then i would put an end to it all. and if i had wheat to burn
and if i had a lot to learn
then it still would not matter what color you were. and if i had but one wish on which to stand
i'd wish the weapons all turn to sand. i'd see the gunners watch their empty hands
fall down to their sides. downwind they come up lonely
all hungry for the kill. the horses do the pounding
but it's a blood that's going to spill. it's a dark blood that's going to spill. but if i had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall
then it wouldn't matter what color you were. and if i had but one wish on which to stand
i'd see the weapons all turn to sand. i'd see the gunners watch their empty hands
fall down to their sides. if i had but one wish on which to stand
i'd have the weapons all leave sudan. i'd see the gunners wash their empty hands
down by the riverside. ghost town in my homeland
i will come back again. and if you make a ghost of me
i will still be free. ghost town in my homeland
i will come back again. if you make a ghost out of me
i will still be free. if i had but one wish on which to stand
i'd see the weapons all leave this land. i'd see the gunners watch their empty hands
fall down to their sides. if i had but one wish on which to stand
i'd see the weapons all leave sudan. i'd see the gunners wash their empty hands
down by the riverside. down by the riverside. down by the riverside.