Editors

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 posted fence, 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.
When the boys told you, you have the arms of a soldier,