Weapon of God - The Taxpayers

Dead black meadows, crimson waves

These broken nightmares onyour plate;

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

Crumbled bones inside a sock

The ticking of a busted watch

Thestorm is a thunderous, dark applause

And my love is locked in a pitbull’s jaws

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

(Bridges burn and children scream — their faith is shaken so easily

But not mine.

I’m made of concrete beams, you’ll see.)

Dead black meadows, crimson waves

These broken nightmares onyour plate;

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

Cats are screaming out in back;

They’ve all been stuffed into gunny sacks

The Johnson boy started selling crank

This neighborhood has gone to shit

But listen I am a weapon of god too

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too