God came in my home today , he came and took my gun
He didn't like my aim or what I want
I buried the children on the mountainside
Tho they never knew why
The last time they saw their mother smile
It would be their final time
Hearts are holes and everybody knows
They're windows on a train you can't win
Everybody calls it moonshine, to me it makes it dark
Can't figure out the lies it hides
Slithered in my heart
I buried the children under the Elmosfire tree where only I can see in the dark
They lay there soulessly, where no one else can do them harm
Hearts are holes and everybody knows
They're windows on a train you can't win