I can see the river bleedin' out to the promised land Where there ain't nowhere to run From the blood on your brother's hands We're payin' the cost for a life here of our own But left with nothin' but holes to lie in when it's gone And if I could steal a conscience clean I'd finally put my mind at ease Where we ride the rails of a history Where there ain't no honor among thieves I could see the blood cover every single country mile So long ago in time that there ain't no way to reconcile It's hangin' like a fog so thick left in the air Founded on their backs for an unkind world to bare And they had to steal the American dream But no one's waking from the sleep Where we ride the rails of a history Where there ain't no honor among thieves I could see the river bleedin' out to the promised land Where there ain't nowhere to run From the blood on your brother's hands