Empty Hands

He rode in town on a white horse with nothing in his hands

He came to gather his people and take them to their promised land

When he came, he knew there would be bloodshed

But still no violence made his plans

He came to fight in a battle with no guns or money

But with his empty hands and with his empty hands

With his empty hands, with his empty hands

They said "Hey boy what you lookin' at" as they eyed his dreaded mane

He said "My father has sent me I've come back to reclaim"

The children whose hearts were so whole and pure

Now it's you who'll die in pain

So they lynched the man who fooled the word

And all the children gathered in his empty hands

In his empty hands, the children all came in his empty hands

In his empty hands, oh with his empty hands, in his empty hands

Oh with his empty hands, in his empty hands

He killed and made [Incomprehensible] in his empty hands

In his empty hands

Oh with his empty, his empty

Empty, empty hands

Oh with his empty hands