House Of The Dying Sun

There is a house in the East They call the Dying Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And god wouldn't know who's the one Only if god existed To hear your prayers that Fell upon deaf ears Among the bitter and the hated Among the starving eyes and sickened minds 'Cause baby there is no god Among the merciless And there's nowhere left to turn to Among the ruins of a paradise With shackles still to break There is a house in the East They call the Dying Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And I know I might be just one Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on train I'm running as far as I can To get rid of that ball and chain That ball and chain to Infect a dying nation Left without inspiration Gathering like vultures To the funeral bells Of what once was hope And you can wait for your Angels to fall from heaven Showing compassion For your crying nation But who would give a dime For the scavengers who Dug a hole to hope And buried it deep While fighting over bones