Weapon Of God

(álbum: God, Forgive These Bastards: Songs From The Forgotten Life Of Henry Turner - 2012)

Dead black meadows, crimson waves
These broken nightmares onyour plate
Believe me, I am a weapon of God too
Crumbled bones inside a sock
The ticking of a busted watch
Thestorm is a thunderous, dark applause
And my love is locked in a pitbull's jaws
Believe me, I am a weapon of God too

(Bridges burn and children scream their faith is shaken so easily
But not mine. I'm made of concrete beams, you'll see)

Dead black meadows, crimson waves
These broken nightmares onyour plate
Believe me, I am a weapon of God too
Cats are screaming out in back
They've all been stuffed into gunny sacks
The Johnson boy started selling crank
This neighborhood has gone to shit

But listen I am a weapon of God too
Believe me, I am a weapon of God too
Believe me, I am a weapon of God too