It was the morning of All Saints Day '98,
When that old blind dog started roaming on round the graveyard.
Wouldn’t have bothered me so much,
Were he not walking on his hind legs… and smoking seagulls.
Recite my lineage and genealogy, you’ve got to know your history…
Son of Virginia.
Everybody’s in the church believing they’re a sinner
and looking for a sign from the true
Son of Virginia.
When the storm blew over we made our way
to the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus.
By the dim light of a narrow window we saw the
God’s honest truth staring right back at us.
Recite your lineage and genealogy, you’ve got to know your history…
Son of Virginia.
Everybody’s in the church believing they’re a sinner
and looking for a sign from the true
Son of Virginia.
Stare into the Amazon, the first of November,
then remember you were born the TRUE
Son of Virginia.
I was drowned underground as my world broke asunder.
Truly we are living in an age of wonder.
Truly we are living in an age of wonder.
It was the morning of All Saints Day '98,
When that old blind dog started calling me associate.
Wouldn’t have bothered me so much,
Were it not for the fact… that was the truth of it.
Recite our lineage and genealogy, you’ve got to know your history…
Son of Virginia.
Stare into the Amazon, the first of November,
then reMEMBER you were born the true
Son of Virginia.
I was thrown to the ground as my WORLD broke asunder.
Truly we are living in an age of wonder.
Truly we are living in an age of wonder.
Truly we are living in an age of wonder.
Truly we are living in an age of wonder.