No one understands
The way you found your God
There's a bullet in your handsGive a dog a bone
He'll lead for the day
But teach him how to kill, thenI am the close defense
I am the city wall
Stealing pounds and pence from you allStill no one understands
The way you found your God
There's a bullet in your handsPour salt water on the wound
Pour salt water on the wound
This home is more than bricks and mortar
Pour salt water on the woundWhen the boys told you
You'll have the arms of a soldier
Those arms will never hold her againIt's just like I told you
When the boys told you
He's gonna be a soldier for themPour salt water on the wound
Pour salt water on the wound
This home is more than bricks and mortar
Pour salt water on the woundI hope life is good for you
I hope life is good for you
I hope life is good for you
I hope life is good for you, aah