SKULL OF YOUR COUNTRY
Meat Loaf: Vocals
Justin Avery: Piano, Organ, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Backing Vocals
Paul Crook: Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Loop Programming
Randy Flowers: Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocals
David Luther: Saxophone, Backing Vocals
John Miceli: Drums, Percussion
Danny Miranda: Electric and Upright Bass
Cian Coey: Lead Vocals


 
  SKULL OF YOUR COUNTRY

Come, in the night, come in the day
Anytime, and play our game
It's all right
Special flight
You'll fly home into our game
See the light
Shining bright
Shining down upon our game
In the night
Come in the day
Play our game, come away!
 

Turn around!
It's a black day dawning
Turn around!
There's a corpse in mourning
Turn around!
In your tin can graveyard
Turn around!
To your tin foil savior
Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes!
 

Turn around!
There are napalm babies screaming
Turn around!
There are rivers steaming
Turn around!
To your forests rotting
[alt: "'cause the sun is rotting"]
Turn around!
To your assassins plotting
[alt: "can't you feel sweet Satan plotting"]
Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes!
 

Don't let the slaughter drag you down
Who ever said that madness was a sin?
It's too late for the rain to wash you down
Who ever killed the ocean and the wind?
 

Down on your knees, now. What do you see now?
Down on your knees, now. What do you see now?
 

How do you bury the skull of your country?
How do you bury a nation of fears?
Where do you put all your long years of dying?
Give me a tombstone and a wreath of all your tears
 

Bring in all the children, with their bodies up against the wall
No time for crying and there's no time left to stall
No time for love now and there's no peace left at all
We're on the edge now, and there's always one more fall
[alt: "We're on the edge now, and it won't be me that falls"]
 

Turn around!
For the blood on your highways
Turn around!
Fuck up with a new war each day, now
Turn around!
For your skies are hungry
Turn around!
For your earth is thirsty
Turn around, bright eyes
Turn around, bright eyes
 

Turn around!
Let a new world in, now
Turn around!
Let the final dance begin, now
Turn around!
Give us all your guns, now
Turn around!
Look at us! We're your outlaw sons, now
Turn around, bright eyes
Turn around, bright eyes
 

Don't let the slaughter drag you down
Who ever said that madness was a sin?
It's too late for the rain to wash you down
Who ever killed the ocean and the wind?
 

Down on your knees, now. What do you see now?
Down on your knees, now. What do you see now?
 

How do you bury the skull of your country?
How do you bury a nation of fears?
Where do you put all the long years of dying?
Give me a tombstone and a wreath of all your tears
 

Come, in the night, come in the day
Anytime, and play our game
It's all right
Special flight
You'll fly home into our game
See the light
Shining bright
Shining down upon our game
In the night
Come in the day
Play our game, come away!