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Hand of God

In the hand of God there's a cattle prod

That keeps shocking us along

Until we're flung from roofs without parachutes

Filling patches on His lawnAnd there's an iron gate where patrolmen wait

To keep the chosen people safe

From the infidels in their terror cells

Rifles blessed by God's good graceAnd there's a shining path strewn with shattered glass

And hemmed in with barbed wire

So you can skim your feet but you can't come free

Oh hallelujah higher and higherAnd all those foxhole prayers full of fear you share

With a bored and and distant son

While you held your will while killing time until

Answers came for anyoneAnd you curse their Lord for all He ignored

In His flawed and vengeful plan

Cut yourself some slack against a deck so stacked

I mean come on now you're just one manAnd maybe after all when your conscience calls

You might prove the missing link

And all that white hot air you sprayed around out there

Might have meant more than you thinkSo when you breathe, breathe deep

Breathe in greedily like you might never breathe again

Go and tell the truth of all the work you do

It won't be worthless in the end

Songwriters

KEVIN PATRICK DEVINEPublished by

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