Bricks and Mortar

No one understands The way you found your God There's a bullet in your hands Give a dog a bone He'll lead for the day But teach him how to kill, then I am the close 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 hands 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 boys told you You'll have the arms of a soldier Those arms will never hold her again It's just like I told you When the boys told you 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, aah