We are you shield, the line drawn in the sand We take your bullets and we make your stand A scattershot payment For each and every sin
Through storms of lead We’ve screamed and bled Don’t tread on me she said We’re all unclean From all I’ve seen Oh God wash this from my hands
We’re mice and men and might have been Our heavy hearts beating like thunder The bastard sons brought home again Our heart beats still we’re six feet under
Nobody knows the trouble we’ve been Or if well ever get back again A scattershot prayer God save us and amenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
