At a time when the youngest generations neither seek advise, nor heed direction,
the pillars of culture
have begun to bow,
as it seems like heaven is falling,
and who’s arms will raise up
to palm the stars
as they plummet to the crust?
“As I walk beneath the valley
I shall fear no evil
For thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet
Today murder is legal
God I know that it’s wrong
To kill my brother for what he hasn’t done
And as the planes blacken the sky
It sounds like heaven is falling…”
“It sounds like heaven is falling
Greg Graffin
You promises me a new day a’dawning
I’ve seen a thousand points of light
Like so many points of hatred, shame and horror
God I want to be a man
But I don’t want to die with a rifle in my hand
And as the planes blacken the sky
It sounds like heaven is falling
It sounds like heaven is falling
You promised me a new day a’dawning
Well nothing here looks new to me
But a score of mothers’ sons
Caught ‘tween the devil and the deep blue sea”