The graveyard's full
We're running out of earth
But we can use the bones
To build another church
Thick walls made of men
Whose souls have come and went

So what's that magic number
Of how many men can live
Before our precious mother
Can no longer give?
I don't want your answers
I'm content

With how much we can take
Before they call it rape
Everything that we create
Seems to get thrown in our face
To make it easier for the race
And harder to escape

The graveyard's full
We're running out of earth
But we can use the bones
To build another church
Thick walls made of men
Whose souls have come and went
All we know's that souls
All come and go

So what's that magic number
Of how many men can live
Before our precious mama
Can no longer give?
I don't need your answers
I'm content

With how much we can take
Before they call it rape
Everything that we create
Seems to get thrown in our face
To make it easier for the race
And harder to escape

The graveyard's full
We're running out of dirt
But we can use the bones
To build another church
Thick walls made of men
Whose souls have come and went

All we know's that souls
All come and go