Rifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
Vicodin morphine dreams
Rifles and rosary beads
Yellow smoke orange haze
Glowing into my eyes
Whistling sunset bombs
I couldn't trust the sky
Rifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
Vicodin morphine dreams
Rifles and rosary beads
White knuckles wrapped around
Blackness that has no sound
Bombed out schools and homes
Kids crying in streets alone
Mirrors frighten me
Don't recognize what I see
The stranger with blood on his hands
Brother I'm not that man
Rifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
Vicodin morphine dreams
Rifles and rosary beads
Rifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
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