| It was the morning of All Saint’s Day, '98
|
| When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
|
| Wouldn’t have bothered me so much
|
| Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars
|
| Recite my lineage and genealogy
|
| You’ve got to know your history, Son of Virginia
|
| Everybody’s in the church believing they’re a sinner
|
| And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia
|
| When the storm blew over we made our way
|
| To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus
|
| By the dim light of a narrow window we saw
|
| The God’s honest truth staring right back at us
|
| Recite your lineage and genealogy
|
| You’ve got to know your history, Son of Virginia
|
| Everybody’s in the church believing they’re a sinner
|
| And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia
|
| Stare into the embers on the first of November
|
| And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia
|
| I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
|
| Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder
|
| Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder
|
| It was the morning of All Saint’s Day, '98
|
| When that old blind dog started calling me associate
|
| Wouldn’t have bothered me so much were it not for the fact
|
| That was the truth of it
|
| Recite our lineage and genealogy
|
| You’ve got to know your history, Son of Virginia
|
| Stare into the embers on the first of November
|
| And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia
|
| I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
|
| Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder
|
| I wept like a child as the son rose above her
|
| Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder
|
| Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder |