The Money's In Utah lyrics

A massacre of fallen soldiers lay before me Eyes of desperation, their hearts on their sleeve Drought The lake dry only cascading a bed of roses Tentative inhaling Fresh from the sorrowful planting Still their colour blooms Infectious to the scent I drift closer Fire away Hold the head high The gun powder fills the air Medallions round their neck; they gave their lives for us Silence falls upon man as we say grace for such hero's