Выпущена на альбоме «Mighty ReArranger«.
Текст
Another tribe… another brother Torn between his lover and the gun Another god… another mother Weeps to justify the damage done I wonder, through the lies and dirt I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth? As truth collides with propaganda Just another victim on the run The world outside, all fluff and candour Seeks to justify the damage done No wonder, so much pain and hurt I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth? I think there may be… a war in heaven Paradise beneath the smoking gun As every saint and small town saviour Race to justify their chosen one I wonder, as our world collides I want to reach out there, across the great divide Another tribe… another brother Torn between his lover and the gun Another god… another mother Weeps to justify the damage done
