Rifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
Vicodin morphine dreams
Rifles and rosary beadsYellow smoke orange haze
Glowing into my eyes
Whistling sunset bombs
I couldn't trust the skyRifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
Vicodin morphine dreams
Rifles and rosary beads
White knuckles wrapped around
Blackness that has no sound
Bombed out schools and homes
Kids crying in streets aloneMirrors frighten me
Don't recognize what I see
The stranger with blood on his hands
Brother I'm not that man
Rifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
Vicodin morphine dreams
Rifles and rosary beadsRifles and rosary beads
You hold on to what you need
