"Jangle Manifesto" lyrics

If there was something called my country
It's not a thing that I would save
So many walls and wasted futures
We work to see the walls all washed away

Well as we're all trained to see the borders
And learn the language to divide
I mean it's just following orders
Drawing on to dreaming diametric size

If that's the problem with the people
It's always someone that we're not
Just say a person is illegal
There's nothing quite so evil as a law

In the conditions of our choosing
They never are the ones we know
And all the stories we invented
Projections of the worlds we liked to show

I made a promise to my family
And wrote a letter to my blood:
Once it was property that bound us
So say could we just live our lives in love?

I had a dream about our history
And of the things we can't let go
Between appearance and ancestry
Sort out all our faults so we could grow

And someone's singing John Brown's Body
Someone's singing to the grave
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
And wonder how can anyone be saved?