Repatriation of Capital

A xenophobe in a foreign land
A patriot with a simple plan
Haunted by the tan lines on his hand
The Lord on your side
He’ll be there when you die
That day when the sun and moon coincide
Be strong where you stand
Don’t blink on the foundation of quicksand

You’re fueled by hope
You run on faith
All the incentive to stay in place
To obey the commands of the brand
Your best friend’s dead
You’ve lost your head
And you did say
You’d give an arm and a leg
Even if it’s more than you can stand
Don’t blink as you sink in the quicksand