Lyrics The Company, The Comfort, The Grave - The Chariot

The Company, The Comfort, The Grave

Go, walk backwards
Say goodbye to what’s right
Understanding
What makes this
What makes us
What makes us right
God save this gun slinging generation
«Tell God I will return in the morning.»
Oh, oh
This Christ you preach
I know
But who are you?
Your hands are tied to blind men
Whose hands are tied to blind men
Figure eights
Figure eights
Figure eights
Figure eights
Figure eights
Figure eights
This pistol is my ministry
Woah
This pistol is ministry
Mine, oh
This pistol is ministry
Woah
This pistol is ministry
Woah, mine, oh