Hands in the Sky

And then the breath it left our mother's mouth
And for a while her body made no sound
And the first thing she said as they wielded to her son
"Forgive me boy, I know now what I've done"

She was gone and an angel took her place
A broken frame with a wide electric face
The heat of the love in the face of her disease
Would bring any man standing to his knees

Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the sky
Make way for the glory of chosen few
You're a working man, you will not be defied
You're a working man, you will not be forgotten
You're a working man, you will not be denied
For she told you so

And then she'd go to feed the little ones
The forest floor, the sticker for the sun
And she dragged

Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the sky
Make way for the glory of chosen few
You're a working man, you will not be denied
You're a working man, you will not be forgotten
You're a working man, you will not be denied
For she told you so