No one understands,
The way you found your god,
There's a bullet in your hand

I give a dog a bone,
He'll eat for the day,
But teach him how to kill then

I am the coast 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 hand

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 boy's older,
He'll have the arms of a soldier,
Those arms will never hold her again
It's just like I told you,
When the boy's older,
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