Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weapon of God, artist - The Taxpayers. Album song "God, Forgive These Bastards" Songs From The Forgotten Life of Henry Turner, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 18.06.2012
Record label: Asian Man
Song language: English
Weapon of God |
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 |