Tekster: City To City. Other. Holy Napalm.

She whispered,"boy, it just makes sense"
Through cigarette smoke against that picket fence
A warm suburban summer evening she swore was heaven sent
Well send down those cluster bombs
Soak this valley in Napalm
Get off your knees and tell me how to make sense of senseless death

Is it really a wonder that the ones who drop the bombs
Take guidance from a gospel soaked in holy napalm
And does it really even matter if we all go down in flames
At the hands of Jesus Christ or just the war cries his name

Have we gone fucking crazy?
Have we lost or fucking minds?

Send down your grace, send down your grace
Send down your grace, this world is dying for it