We are you shield, the line drawn in the sand
We take your bullets and we make your stand
A scattershot payment
For each and every sin

Through storms of lead
We’ve screamed and bled
Don’t tread on me she said
We’re all unclean
From all I’ve seen
Oh God wash this from my hands

We’re mice and men and might have been
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sons brought home again
Our heart beats still we’re six feet under

Nobody knows the trouble we’ve been
Or if well ever get back again
A scattershot prayer
God save us and amen