No one understands,
The way you found your god,
There's a bullet in your hand.

I give a dog a bone,
He'll eat for the day,
But teach him how to kill then.

I am the coast defense,
I am the city wall,
Stealing pounds and pence from you all.

Still no one understands,
The way you found your god,
There's a bullet in your hand.

Pour salt water on the wound,
Pour salt water on the wound,
This home is more than bricks and mortar,
Pour salt water on the wound.

When the boy's older,
He'll have the arms of a soldier,
Those arms will never hold her again.
It's just like I told you,
When the boy's older,
He's gonna be a soldier for them.

Pour salt water on the wound,
Pour salt water on the wound,
This home is more than bricks and mortar,
Pour salt water on the wound.

I hope life is good for you,
I hope life is good for you,
I hope life is good for you,
I hope life is good for you.
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Bricks And Mortar Lyrics

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Songwriters: Christopher Dominic Urbanowicz, Edward Owen Lay, Russell Leetch, Thomas Michael Smith
Bricks And Mortar lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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