Saturday’s Son

Deep blind mice, they'll see how they run
Louder than bombs, louder than guns
Not so broken, many have lied
Wise man dodge bullets now how shall we thrive

We're at a crossroad
The end of the road
We're at a crossroad
Repay was is owed

What became of Saturday's son?
His pipelines of oil, a battle of someone
Silent tears, they roll down my face
A spirit conundrum of leaving no trace

We're at a crossroad
The end of the road
We're at a crossroad
Create and reload

We're at a crossroad
The end of the road
We're at a crossroad
Repay was is owed

We're at a crossroad
The end of the road
We're at a crossroad
Replay and reload