Another Bag Of Bones (Kevin Devine cover)

It's a [bad word] spreading, feeding as it moves
 It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
 It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
 It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
 It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
 No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
 It's a military mother with a boy in [bad word] 
 And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
 It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
 It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
 It's the constant bracing shock of now
 And it's the whole [bad word] world turned inside out, alright

 It's a march to extinction with your god in step
 It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
 It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
 And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
 Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
 It's his [bad word] in your stomach, it's no alibi
 But the trouble lies on the other side
 With an equal [bad word] prepping for his holy night
 He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
 And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
 And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
 It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
 It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
 It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort

 Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
 In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
 It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
 It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
 It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
 It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
 It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
 Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
 And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
 And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burn