It's in the grain of the wood

It's in the needle's rust


It's in the eagle's claw

It's in the eyes you trust

It's in the jackal's dreams

It's in the sleet and the hail

It's in the unmarked box

Came today in the mail



It's in the dead man's pocket

It's in the child's first sin

It's in the Constitution

Written in very small print

It's in Colin Powell's lies

It's in the shaman's trance

It's in the cellar waiting

And it's in the best laid plans



(chorus):

Now we could cut and run

To have the blame

Now, don't stop now

That's why we came

House gone up in flames



It's in the national anthem

It's in the scurrying roach

It's in the closed partition

'Tween first class and coach

It's in the relentless fever

It's in the lonely room

It's in the hands of fate

And it's in the pharaoh's tomb



It's in the rich man's dreams

It's in the poor man's hands

It's in the body bags

Along the Rio Grande

It's in the evening shade

It's on the zealot's tongue

It's in the widow's tears

And it's in the miner's lungs



(chorus)



It's in the moon's dark spin

It's in the cloudless sky

It's in Saint Peter's Denial

That he thrice denied

It's in the distant thunder

It's in the whispered prayer

That they won't find us hidden

Here beneath the stairs



So consider yourself lucky

And watch what you say

I got what I wanted

And you might get the same

It's in bold print nailed to the cathedral door

It's in the black cold pressure

On the ocean floor



(chorus)

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