Remington Lyrics

Well, you made the land, with your own two hands
Remember, the trail of tears
And you made the seas, with the cold, calm breeze
Remember, the second World War

Play a minor chord, for a lonesome Lord
Jesus, his tears turn to stone
We need someone to sing, 'cause we've turned everything
To battles, blades, and bones
To battles, blades, and bones


You let forrests run wild, like an unshamed child
Remember, Vietnam
You poured out the sand, in the barren land
Remember, the first Gulf war

Play a minor chord, for a lonesome Lord
Jesus, his tears turn to stone
We need someone to sing, 'cause we've turned everything
To battles, blades, and bones
To battles, blades, and bones

Then you made the city, made the steel shine pretty
Remember, when the towers came down
And we send soldiers home, but you weep all alone
'cause they won't be stayin' for long

Play a minor chord, for a lonesome Lord
Jesus, his tears turn to stone
We need someone to sing, 'cause we've turned everything
To battles, blades, and bones
To battles...
Blades...
And bones...