Verse 1
Red dust
Choking the filters again
Rusty water in a cracked plastic cup
Cheap sins
Sold by the ounce
Below the heavy dome
Verse 2
Oxygen tax
Paid in blood and sweat
The governor sells his mother for a gallon of air
Tight spots
Hard landings
Looking for a real good time in a vacuum
Chorus
Holy thunder rolling on the plains of Mars
Wash away the filth beneath the stars
He’s coming in a chrome-plated chariot
Picking up the pieces of every Judas Iscariot
Glory in the canyon
Glory in the sand
We need a little water from the promised land
Post-Chorus
Amen
Amen
Let the spirit move the mountain
Amen
Verse 3
Sister Mary
Selling salvation behind the fuel tank
She says she’ll lift your spirit if the price is right
High pressure
Low morals
Pumping rhythm through the metal floor
Hands up
Eyes closed
Waiting for the spark to jump the wire
Bridge
I saw the light
I felt the heat
I hit the floor
The sky is turning purple
The graves are opening up
Drink it down
Fill it up
Let it overflow
Chorus
Holy thunder rolling on the plains of Mars
Wash away the filth beneath the stars
He’s coming in a chrome-plated chariot
Picking up the pieces of every Judas Iscariot
Glory in the canyon
Glory in the sand
We need a little water from the promised land
Post-Chorus
Amen
Amen
Let the spirit move the mountain
Amen
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