No one understands,
The way you found your God,
There's a bullet in your hands,
Give a dog a bone,
Feed him for the day,
And teach him how to kill and,
I am the close defence
I am the city wall,
Stealing pounds and pence
From you all.

Still no one understands,
The way you found your God,
There's a bullet in your hands.

Pour salt water on the wound,
Pour salt water on the wound,
This home is more than
Bricks and Mortar,
Pour salt water on the wound.

Ah!

When the boys told you,
You have the arms of a soldier,
Those arms will never hold her again.
It's just like I told you,
When the boys told you,
He's gonna be a soldier for them!

Pour salt water on the wound,
Pour salt water on the wound,
This home is more than
Bricks and Mortar,
Pour salt water on the wound.

I 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

Ah!

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