We are you shield, the line drawn in the sand
We take your bullets and we make your stand
A scattershot payment
For each
and every sin
Through storms of lead
Weve screamed and bled
Dont tread on me she said
Were all unclean
From all Ive
seen
Oh God wash this from my hands
Were mice and men and might have been
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The
bastard sons brought home again
Our heart beats still were six feet under
Nobody knows the trouble weve been
Or if well ever
get back again
A scattershot prayer
God save us and amen