No one understands the way you found your god there is a bullet in your hands Give a dog a bone, Deal it for the day, But teach him how to kill them. I am the costy fence I am the city wall stealing pounds and pence, from you all Still no one understands The way you found your god There is a bullet in your hands Pour salt water, on the wound Pour salt water, on the wound This house is more than, bricks and mortar Pour salt water, on the wound When the boys soldier, You have the arms of a soldier, Those arms are never hold her again. It's just like I told you, When the boys soldier, There's gonna be a soldier for them. Pour salt water, on the wound Pour salt water, on the wound This house is more than, bricks and mortar Pour salt water, on the wound I hope life is good to you I hope life is good to you I hope life is good to you I hope life is good to you Oh