No one understands
the way you found your god
there is a bullet in your hands

Give a dog a bone,
Deal it for the day,
But teach him how to kill them.

I am the costy fence
I am the city wall
stealing pounds and pence, from you all

Still no one understands
The way you found your god
There is a bullet in your hands

Pour salt water, on the wound
Pour salt water, on the wound
This house is more than, bricks and mortar
Pour salt water, on the wound

When the boys soldier,
You have the arms of a soldier,
Those arms are never hold her again.
It's just like I told you,
When the boys soldier,
There's gonna be a soldier for them.

Pour salt water, on the wound
Pour salt water, on the wound
This house is more than, bricks and mortar
Pour salt water, on the wound

I hope life is good to you
I hope life is good to you
I hope life is good to you
I hope life is good to you

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