Weapon of God

Weapon of God - The Taxpayers

Dead black meadows

Crimson waves

These broken nightmares on your plate;

Believe me I am a weapon of god too

Crumbled bones inside a sock

The ticking of a busted watch

The storm 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 on your 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 crack

This neighborhood has gone to sh*t

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