House Gone up in Flames - Tom Morello, Tom Morello: 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

That 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

We could cut and run

And take half the blame

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

We could cut and run

And take half the blame

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 the bold print nailed

To the cathedral door

It’s in the black cold pressure

On the ocean floor

We could cut and run

And take half the blame

Don’t stop now

That’s why we came

House gone up in flames