Coat of Arms

I saw a hand in the clouds holding a sword
Looked it up in my cards, I wasn’t wrong
Kings give up their thrones, the jesters laugh
In the opposite tongue, in the quiet breath

We’re tired of pushing around us
We’re sick of pushing us around
We’ve had enough of laws and definitions
Don’t you tell me that the world is round
I got the word

I saw a man on the sun, sheltered in flame
He was bearing the seed you could never tame
Venom struck the priests in their chapels black
Fight the monkey blood till the heavens crack

We’re tired of pushing around us
We’re sick of pushing us around
We’ve had enough of laws and definitions
Don’t you tell me that the world is round
I got the word

When coincidence knocks double bolt the door
Put your eyes on a shelf, hide your heart in your coat
Love gives up her vaults and witches burn
Be prepared for the flood, it’s your private turn

We’re tired of pushing around us
We’re sick of pushing us around
We’ve had enough of laws and definitions
Don’t you tell me that the world is round
I got the word