Deathbed Confession

I took a walk through the cracks of an alley

Where I saw the whites of your eyes getting heavy

It’s a sad little burden that you keep and you carry

But you love to weep and you love to be sorry

I was almost out when the guns had been loaded

When you heard me shout that the war wasn’t over

Do you have to doubt the power you own

So you ran and you beg to the blood red throne

Say to me, what you see

You believed, the grass was green

They have been, safe and clean

It won’t mean they’ll save you

High is the risk and the bets that you are placing

Don’t you think that it’s time

That you stopped all the shaking?

I can see for days you’ve been jealous and sober

Cos I made my bed with a drunk little soldier

Well he sat me down, said to me

I’m trying to decided how I want to spend eternity

I’m saving all my sins up for a deathbed confession

But I did not know, that your God was American

What did you think of the food from the table?

Did you have to eat so that you could be able?

To spit out your sins, be sanctified

Now you call all you follow to lay down and die