Like ravens on a scarecrow
Too old to beat them off
The guilt ferments
Familiarity breeds contempt
The yolk of faith splatters silent
Harvest time, red moon rising
Anvil cloud, lightning rod
Peacemaker, life taker
What's inside the silo?
Can it fly?
A needle in the haystack
To crack the sky
The yoke of faith breaks away
From the beast of burden
Harvest time, red moon rising
Peacemaker, life taker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Life taker
The feet of marching men
Beat down the fields of last chances
As scarecrows in amber waves of grain
Grin exchanging glances
We've killed it
We've killed it
Killed it
Too old to beat them off
The guilt ferments
Familiarity breeds contempt
Harvest time, red moon rising
Anvil cloud, lightning rod
Peacemaker, life taker
Can it fly?
A needle in the haystack
To crack the sky
From the beast of burden
Harvest time, red moon rising
Peacemaker, life taker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Life taker
Beat down the fields of last chances
As scarecrows in amber waves of grain
Grin exchanging glances
We've killed it
We've killed it
Killed it
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I think that this song is about the fact that religion is slowly becoming less and less important, and no one cares. look at the, "the yolk of faith, splatters silent!"
the, "we've killed it" would be religion itself. neil has pointed out in a few songs that he is atleast a little religious. i now refer you to, "tight like that."
The yolk of faith "splinters silent", not splatters.
Actually, that should be "yoke" of faith, not "yolk" as in egg. A yoke is used to harness oxen to a plow or a cart.
I think it's about old ICBM's in long forgotten silos spread throughout the midwest... How they no longer seem very relevant.
"A needle in the haystack to crack the sky" is now officially my favorite line from any song ever.
I see this song as a bleak image of the cold war.
"What's inside the silo; can it fly? A needle in the haystack To crack the sky
The feet of marching men Beat down the fields of last chances As scarecrows in amber waves of grain Grin exchanging glances"
I think this is a depiction of "ancient" missiles sitting in silos in the Midwest.