Brave Saint Saturn - Blessed Are The Land-Mines - Sözleri

Blessed are the land-mines

Stretched across the desert floor

God, bless the hands that formed them

Filled their shrapnel hearts with war

May You bless the companies

The goose that laid the golden egg

May they make a million more

Blowing off a million legs

Blessed are the black-tongued ravens

Substituting fear for reason

To hate war is to hate us

If you love peace, then you must love treason

Beat your plowshares into swords

Beat your pulpits, turn your tables

Blessed are the hand-grenades

Bless the church who rattles sabers



This house, is burning

This poison still is worming

This temple, will cave in

There's nothing here worth saving



Nail the gold up to the altar

Like Ahab taunts his crew to war

Blessed are the shareholders

Lack of faith is for the poor

Hold your wallets to the sky

A temple built to sooth yourself

Blessed is the church who tries

To help you build blessed wealth










		
			



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