A Nation of Immigrants

by Wayfarer

From the album: World's Blood

Track 5 of 5 on World's Blood (2018).

Duration: 5:05

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Lyrics for A Nation of Immigrants

Dust storm is clearing, the old familiar dream. I wave my seeing hand, asleep again on haunted land. Rode in on iron horses, their hooves that crack the ground. We water them in creeks of blood; no richer oil have we found. Hear the ghosts of the west - they burn them traincars down. As peddlers we trade in death; Blood and gunpowder for a crooked crown. A nation, on no man's land; no nation, on graves will stand. A nation, will be thy end. No nation, for cursed men.

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