Is it rollin' Bob
It's rollin' Bob
Last night entranced in a spell, saw bodies lined along the trail
Cold as clay, cold as clay, cold as clay
Well the mosquitoes rose up in flames and the dead cried out their names
Through the veil, through the veil, through the veil
Well serpents slithered away and scorpions stung its prey
Down the towers we built, down they fell
Blood and stones scattered the field and wandering was ghostly Paul Revere
And an eagle did lament its being born
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
Fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Heard the roll of the buffalo as thunder that rumbled will slow
They were busy storming heaven's door
Saw my hands withered and worn and the rugged old glory torn
It was flying without purpose in the wind
From shore to shore, oh my spirit soared
You do hear that death bell tollin
And the cries of our slaughtered kin, they were lamenting all our sins
But we're too busy to ever repent or mourn them
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
Fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Come gather round you fellas, let me tell you a tale
Of how I had the most peculiar dream
Oh, I saw our ruination of this great and mighty nation
And it starts within the hearts of you and me
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
There's fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
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Is it rollin' Bob
It's rollin' Bob
Last night entranced in a spell, saw bodies lined along the trail
Cold as clay, cold as clay, cold as clay
Well the mosquitoes rose up in flames and the dead cried out their names
Through the veil, through the veil, through the veil
Well serpents slithered away and scorpions stung its prey
Down the towers we built, down they fell
Blood and stones scattered the field and wandering was ghostly Paul Revere
And an eagle did lament its being born
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
Fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Heard the roll of the buffalo as thunder that rumbled will slow
They were busy storming heaven's door
Saw my hands withered and worn and the rugged old glory torn
It was flying without purpose in the wind
From shore to shore, oh my spirit soared
You do hear that death bell tollin
And the cries of our slaughtered kin, they were lamenting all our sins
But we're too busy to ever repent or mourn them
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
Fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Come gather round you fellas, let me tell you a tale
Of how I had the most peculiar dream
Oh, I saw our ruination of this great and mighty nation
And it starts within the hearts of you and me
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
There's fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
It's rollin' Bob
Last night entranced in a spell, saw bodies lined along the trail
Cold as clay, cold as clay, cold as clay
Well the mosquitoes rose up in flames and the dead cried out their names
Through the veil, through the veil, through the veil
Well serpents slithered away and scorpions stung its prey
Down the towers we built, down they fell
Blood and stones scattered the field and wandering was ghostly Paul Revere
And an eagle did lament its being born
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
Fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Heard the roll of the buffalo as thunder that rumbled will slow
They were busy storming heaven's door
Saw my hands withered and worn and the rugged old glory torn
It was flying without purpose in the wind
From shore to shore, oh my spirit soared
You do hear that death bell tollin
And the cries of our slaughtered kin, they were lamenting all our sins
But we're too busy to ever repent or mourn them
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
Fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Come gather round you fellas, let me tell you a tale
Of how I had the most peculiar dream
Oh, I saw our ruination of this great and mighty nation
And it starts within the hearts of you and me
Fire and blood, fire and blood across the land
There's fire and blood, fire and blood across this land
Writer: Ryan LaFerney
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