Bones of Saints - Robert Plant

They’re loading up in the ships

They’re loading up the planes

There’s madness in the sky

Above the bones of saints

So much of me is broken

The servants of a lie

Now everything is burning

There’s a fire up in the sky

I said, no no no, no no no, no no no

We’re up against the bench

While all the walls fall down

I hear the children scream

But then the fear abound

And that’s the leading question

Where all the money comes

I’ll say who makes the bullets

If you tell me who sells the guns

I said, no no no, no no no, no no no

No no no, no no no, no no no

In the Garden of Eden

And the wheels go round and round

The sight of an angel

When the best fair deals come down

In the Garden of Eden

And the wheels go round and round

The sight of an angel

When the best fair deals come down

No no no, no no no, no no no

No no no, no no no, no no no

No…

No…

No…

No…