Fatherland

The Fatherland is dry
In cabby cars in hotel balconies
The water from my eyes
In lights along the houses flickering
Don’t cry
For the fatherland
Cause when you do It’s drier than bone
Dont cry
For the fatherland
So clean that you could eat off the floor
They march into the streets
All firstborns to be killed before we wake
But if you put my blood on his doorframe
A sacrifice, your sins are washed away
Don’t cry
For the fatherland
Cause when you do it’s drier than bone
So don’t cry
For the fatherland
Or the voices living inside of your phone
Or the first church of the english Christ
Cause they’ll be here long after we die
Somebody told me not long ago
That It’s 40 trillion to one that I would’ve been born
But since that’s true of everyone I’ll ever know
It really doesn’t matter at all
I’m sorry I didn’t call