Bullets by the Door - Patrick Park

Please don’t fall

On me Oh Lord

In a fist of fire, ash and stone

As the whole world sleeps

On gold & silver sheets

I’m picking up my bombs to make it known

To anyone who stands

Ten times taller than a man

With winter teeth and snarl that block the road

Soon you’re going to fall

By the hands of big and small

We’ll sing it loud

And you will know

You’d better try

To keep your head up to the stars

When you leave this earth

With too many scars

Try

To keep your head up to the stars

When you leave this earth

With too many scars

To anyone who knows

What’s in hearts and what’s in bones

They’ll break or wear away you can be sure

We don’t always fight

For God or truth, or right

But I still keep my bullets by the door

You’d better try

To keep your head up to the stars

When you leave this earth

With too many scars

Try

To keep your head up to the stars

When you leave this earth

With too many scars