Bricks and Mortar

No one understands

The way you found your God

There's a bullet in your hands

Give a dog a bone

He'll lead for the day

But teach him how to kill, then

I am the close defense

I am the city wall

Stealing pounds and pence from you all

Still no one understands

The way you found your God

There's a bullet in your hands

Pour salt water on the wound

Pour salt water on the wound

This home is more than bricks and mortar

Pour salt water on the wound

When the boys told you

You'll have the arms of a soldier

Those arms will never hold her again

It's just like I told you

When the boys told you

He's gonna be a soldier for them

Pour salt water on the wound

Pour salt water on the wound

This home is more than bricks and mortar

Pour 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, aah