Dirt In The Snow

Battalion armies grow and grow, There is dirt in the snow we throw, What was pure is now like a heavy baton. We are forever passing on, Generation after generation, On and on, it's a battle to remain Partially pure, partially strong, Partially-balanced, partially-loving, To have one or another good reason not to lie down and cry To have one or another good reason not to lie down and die. Battalion armies there growing and growing, There are family borders heavily fortified With always someone to throw that first stone And destroy what you once cherished as your home. There is dirt in the snow we throw, What was once pure is now like a heavy baton. We are forever passing on, From generation to generation, Seas of blood flow poisoned of any goodwill Like a stone buried in snow, they hurt like hell When they're wheeled in the direction they're meant to go. Lord, what was pure is now like a heavy baton. We are forever passing on, Generation after generation, On and on, it's a battle to remain Partially pure, partially strong, Partially-balanced, partially-loving, To have one or another good reason not to lie down and cry To have one or another good reason not to lie down and die.