Bones Of God

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Compositor: Mishkin Fitzgerald

When they found
The bones of God
They stitched our lips
They paid us off
The papers said
It was fake
So we hid the lies
For the children’s sake

How can I run from
Your heavenly host?
You’ve put all your trust
In a holy ghost, so
There’s no redemption
For my crime
I took my life

Where they found
The bones of God
The grass was black
The earth was rot
My saviour lay
In a tomb of rust
My rock of ages
Ground to dust

How can I run from
Your heavenly host?
You’ve put all your trust
In a holy ghost, so
There’s no redemption
For your crime
You better take your life