Songtext von The Dawntreader

The ship has left its advent cove Looking for an age of old And land where moms keep their kids It's always close, but carefully hid Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! We're not raiders; we're generators! The Venture's fate remains unknown, But we know those bulwarks hold As long as we don't mutiny, But watch with cheerful scrutiny Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! We're not raiders; we're generators! Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! 'Cause we're not raiders; we're generators! If you only use the natural You'll quickly find you'll lose Your soul to loneliness and infinite unknowns; But if you only use the spiritual, You'll quickly lose the rational Cascading to the barrel riders groins. These words, they are a mystery They signify the history Of man and all his manufactured wars. They strike you at your innermost They'll turn you into ghosts That wander during family getaways. Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! We're not raiders; we're generators! Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! We're not raiders; we're generators! Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! We're not raiders; we're generators! Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better! We're not raiders; we're generators!