Bullets By The Door

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