Bricks and Mortar Songtext

von Editors

No one understands
The way you found you're god
There's a bullet in your hand
Give a dog a bone
He'll eat for a day
But teach him how to kill, then

I am the coast defence
I am the city wall
Stealing pounds and pence
From you all
Still noone understands
The way you found your god
There's a bullet in your hand

Poor salt water on the wound
Poor salt water on the wound
This home is more than bricks and mortar
Poor salt water on the wound
Ahhhhhh

When the boy's older
He'll have the arms of a soldier
His arms are never hold her again
It's just like I told you
When the boy's older
He's gonna be a solider for them

Poor salt water on the wound
Poor salt water on the wound
This home is more than bricks and mortar
Poor salt water on the wound

I hope life is good for you
I hope life is good for you
I hope life is good for you
I hope life is good for you
Ahhhhhh