July Graves Songtext / Lyric

Someone is telling out what I just want to know

It's in the field of crime where the bad seeds grow

Dig in the land, pick up the bones

Of the ones murdered in blue collar uniform.



Bring out your flowers






Let your grand sons blow the dust

And recover your names,

Anonymous heroes in the July graves

Drop your dignity over us.



If we write your names in monuments of bronze,

Could we ever touch what you died for?

Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons,

It's in the fields of crime where the bad seeds grow



Bring out your flowers