Robert Plant - Bones Of Saints

BONES OF SAINTS (Adams/Fuller/Plant/Smith/Tyson) They're loading up the ships They're loading up the planes There's madness in the sky Above the bones of saints. So much, so nearly broken The servants of a lie Now, everything is burning There's a fire up in the sky. And I said, No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No We're up against the fence When all the walls fall down. I hear the children scream, But then the fear abounds To ask a leading question: From where all the money comes? And say, who makes the bullets Tell me, who sells the guns? And 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 As the wheels go 'round and 'round It's the song of the ages Where the last fair deal's gone down. In the Garden of Eden As the wheels go 'round and 'round It's the song of the ages Where the last fair deal's gone down. No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No No No No No