It's in the Constitution
It's in the distant thunder
It's in the widow's tears
Take half the blame
And it's in the miner's lungs
It's in the cellar waiting
Written in very small print
It's in the rich man's dreams
Along the Rio Grande
It's in the black cold pressure
Take half the blame
And watch what you say
It's in the jackal's dreams
It's in the lonely room
It's in the hands of fate
It's in the poor man's hands
It's in the dead man's pocket
'Tween first class and coach
Take half the blame
That's why we came alone
It's in the whispered prayer
It's in the relentless fever
That's why we came
And it's in the Pharaoh's tomb
Here beneath the stairs
And it's in the best laid plans
You might get the same
It was in St. Peter's denial
It's in Colin Powell's lies
It's in the eagle's claw
It's in the scurrying roach
Came today in the mail
It's in bold print nailed
It's in the National Anthem
House gone up in flames
Yeah, don't stop now
House gone up in flames
On the ocean floor
It's in the unmarked box
It's on the zealot's tongue
Yeah, don't stop now
It's in the Shaman's trance
Now we could cut and run
It's in the moon's dark spin
That they won't find us hidden
It's in the sleet and the hail
Yeah, don't stop now
That he'd thrice deny
It's in the cloudless sky
It's in the body bags
So consider yourself lucky
Now we could cut and run
Now we could cut and run
It's in the closed partition
It's in the child's first sin
It's in the evening shade
To the cathedral door
It's in the eyes you trust
I got what I wanted
That's why we came
> Song: House Gone Up In Flames
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