The father, son and the Holy Ghost
Took the last train to the coast
They were moving fast, they were raising sand
They were running wild in the promised land
The father, son and the three wise men
Operating undercover out in Bethlehem
Will they heal the sick? Can they raise the dead
Can they bring it on home like the good book says
Billy the Kid told the Prince of Thieves
A little give and take to satisfy my needs
You can give me lots but I’ll take some more
I got my eyes on your treasure beneath the desert floor
Freedom fries and burns and scars
The liberator goes too far
Freedom fries and screams and yells
The promised land is promised hell
Robert Plant
