Lyrics

Memories of Man

Well the sky is darker than the barrell of a gun
and the wind blows faster than a man can run
I just want to find the people who know how to have fun
On a cold, dark night

So let’s grab some whiskey bottles and some cheap cigars
We’ll head out to the highway, make some noise with these guitars
And even though we’re thankful for them we’ll still hide our scars
On that cold, dark night

Why’re we dying on this land?
Why’re we dying on this land?
Why are we forsaken, lost and shamed, forgotten
Why are we both rotten in the memories of man?

Well I hear they’re selling tickets to the ending of the war
I guess they wait until it’s over to tell you what it was all for
But even though it’s peacetime we’ll still lock our doors
On that cold, dark night

Sometimes I sit and wonder who the happy people are
Cause they ain’t the ones with money or the extra homes and cars
And it sure as hell ain’t me or anyone else in this bar
On this cold dark night

Why’re we dying on this land?
Why’re we dying on this land?
Why are we forsaken, lost and shamed, forgotten
Why are we both rotten in the memories of man?

In the memories of man, the memories of man
In the memories of man, the memories of man
They’ll erase you where stand from the memories of man
And remove you from the plan, in the memories of man