G.a.s. Drummers - July Graves lyrics

Someone is telling out what I just want to know It's in the field of crime where the bad seeds grow Dig in the land, pick up the bones Of the ones murdered in blue collar uniform Bring out your flowers Let your grand sons blow the dust And recover your names Anonymous heroes in the July graves Drop your dignity over us If we write your names in monuments of bronze Could we ever touch what you died for? Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons It's in the fields of crime where the bad seeds grow Bring out your flowers