Thee Silver Mt. Zion - American Motor Over Smoldered Field [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[00:45]
It will not be a tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children
Will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destiny

[01:28]
Bullets in the bellies of babies
Sleeping in the strangest places
Indifferent to the blinding grace of
The vapour-trails and burning waste
Of your baptist skies

[02:18]
Oh! To live! In a burning house
With burning children eating dust
And finger-painting flags
Smoke pours out of their eyes
They're all hanged up
They're praying and saluting

[03:08]
Hey! Okay! Kiss me slowly
Beneath the dripping leaves
Of our traintrack trees
Though sickly and diseased
Some weeds thrive anyways

[03:55]
It will not be a tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children
Will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destiny

[07:25]
La la la la, la la la la
[9 times]

[10:01]
This fence around your garden won't keep the ice from falling...
[9 times]