Level four plates upon my chest
Singing sad songs with David Koresh
Stuck in Waco, Texas, there's no escape left
Maybe he's a sinner, but is this his death?
All men sent over the edge
No FBI, no ATF
Would they be dead?
There's only a guess
Fire burns like a ruby, echoes of the past
Bullets fired first by the ATF
Coughing from the smoke, or was it gas?
Lungs filling up with every breath
Hotter than a radiator, encased in steel
No water, no rescue, there's only arrest
Tanks breach the wall, no time for an appeal
Gawking in horror, the citizens protest
Two sieges down; what could be next?
All men sent over the edge
No FBI, no ATF
Would they be dead?
There's only a guess
All men sent over the edge
No FBI, no ATF
Would they be dead?
There's only a guess
In Colorado, a man welds plates to a bulldozer
Denied his zoning request
Marvin's patience has boiled over
He has begun his fateful quest
All men sent over the edge
No FBI, no ATF
Would they be dead?
There's only a guess