House Gone Up In Flames Lyrics - Singles - The Nightwatchman

It's in the grain of the wood 

It's in the needle's rust 

It's in the eagle's claw 

It's in the eyes you trust 

It's in the jackal's dreams 

It's in the sleet and the hail 

It's in the unmarked box 

Came today in the mail 

It's in the dead man's pocket 

It's in the child's first sin 

It's in the Constitution 

Written in very small print 

It's in Colin Powell's lies 

It's in the Shaman's trance 

It's in the cellar waiting 

And it's in the best laid plans 

Now we could cut and run 

Take half the blame 

Yeah, don't stop now 

That's why we came 

House gone up in flames 

It's in the National Anthem 

It's in the scurrying roach 

It's in the closed partition 

'Tween first class and coach 

It's in the relentless fever 

It's in the lonely room 

It's in the hands of fate 

And it's in the Pharaoh's tomb 

It's in the rich man's dreams 

It's in the poor man's hands 

It's in the body bags 

Along the Rio Grande 

It's in the evening shade 

It's on the zealot's tongue 

It's in the widow's tears 

And it's in the miner's lungs 

Now we could cut and run 

Take half the blame 

Yeah, don't stop now 

That's why we came 

House gone up in flames 

It's in the moon's dark spin 

It's in the cloudless sky 

It was in St. Peter's denial 

That he'd thrice deny 

It's in the distant thunder 

It's in the whispered prayer 

That they won't find us hidden 

Here beneath the stairs 

So consider yourself lucky 

And watch what you say 

I got what I wanted 

You might get the same 

It's in bold print nailed 

To the cathedral door 

It's in the black cold pressure 

On the ocean floor 

Now we could cut and run 

Take half the blame 

Yeah, don't stop now 

That's why we came alone 

This house gone up in flames