| Weapon of God |
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| 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 |
Lyrics Weapon of God - The Taxpayers
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Song from the album: "God, Forgive These Bastards" Songs From The Forgotten Life of Henry Turner
In the genre:Панк
Release date:18.06.2012
Song language:English
Record label:Asian Man
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