Though chains be of gold, they are chains all the same.

Though chains be of gold, they are chains all the same.

Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.

Beautiful rocks - beautiful grass Beautiful soil where they both combine Beautiful river - covering sky Never thought of possession, but all this was mine.

But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight / Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight.

Here's Iraq, where irrigation was invented, where law was invented, where writing was invented. All these things that we consider necessities of civilization started there. And the people who live there damn well know that.

Everybody wants to see justice done, to somebody else.