A
The strangers attacking
Bm
Our hearts are all lacking
F#mC#m
But God means nothing to them
A
The hit-men hold coupons
Bm
And say God is gone
F#mC#m
Or trying to do me in
AE
Oh search and be silent
BmD
On a bed that breathes with him
A
Our hearts are forgetting
Bm
The thugs are all betting
F#mC#m
That God will only condemn
A
Their questions rhetorical
Bm
I wish they'd get homesick
F#mC#m
And find their way back again
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