Conquistadors Lyrics - Singles - The Honor System

feet touch dirt, hands touch the sky 

clothes we made hang from a line 

we've watched as siblings die and pray we never will 

sing these work songs silently 

melodies of a thousand years 

add a new verse everyday 

a tour bus passes now and then, glaring souls as black as night 

spirits maimed and crippled could never understand this life 

their sympathy is laughable, we are the wealthiest alive 

the hotels keep crawling nearer 

the hum of bulldozers grows louder 

their work songs blaze like bugles in our ears 

the sickness is ambition, an insatiable appetite 

to put their flags up everywhere, to burn down and build again 

can you hold these ashes, tell yourself it was really worth the price? 

Plastic priests on "great" missions 

Conquistadors with wicked grins 

your treasure is a myth 

no use in digging here