folkways and foreign fires Lyrics

I've been growing weary

This old burden on my back

I don't know how much longer I can last

I've been growing lonesome

These conditions that I'm in

It's not fit for any man

Do you believe that someone somewhere's watching over us?

Do you believe there's somewhere better

But we have to make it for ourselves?

Do you believe there's somewhere that our souls will be at peace?

Do you think it'll happen naturally?

We can be our own heroes if we want

We can be our own leaders if we want

We can be our own saviours if we want

We can make our own traditions

Our own ritual decisions

We can be our own leaders if we want