Make no mistakes
My voice is clear
And though it may be a subtle threat:
Mayflower, swing low
Because your love has such few regrets
We cannot distinguish all of the world
So celebrate
And sing along
It is a gift
Where I belong
Straight down
And to the east
I place my hands out in front of me
(We are all the crowd)
To the sweet by and by I come
(To the sweet by and by I come)
To the crowd be blessed
I swear I won't let you choke
You give me nothing but rest
And a loving hand
I belong to the war
I belong to your side
And I can't hold my breath but I swear that I think it's a start
That's the nature of the beast
(Celebrate)
If we have nothing left but death
(Make no mistake)
It's a clear but subtle threat
(Celebrate)
"The south is where I lay my sword
(Make no mistake)
And the stage is where my heart will rest"
We are the crowd
We are the crowd
We are the crowd
We are the crowd
We are the crowd
We are the crowd
We are the crowd
We are the-
