Ballad Of A Lonely God

we need is life and a ship to leave vultures in the back and a snake at ease call me by the name of a feminist silent is the shot for she never will be missed catch me on a white line as lonely as my God's sign the truth is not polite so let's make it worse navigate the sheep in the devil's hearse Saw him near your place soon he'll be your guest tremble for a life that you never have possessed all we need is love and the will to hate shotgun in the left, in the other one our fate silver-bullets served by the hypocrite monkey on the back for we never will admit silent as a landmine as lonely as my God's sign