It's Hard Not to Shake With a Gun In Your Mouth

I am not a prophet or a teacher

I am a failure of God

Standing in a circle of my brothers

Their fangs out

Every thing I had I gave to you

Every time I tried I would lose

Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth

Every time I try I hear my mother's voice

And see my mothers eyes

But when hers close

I'm scared so will mine

You are no brothers, you are no brothers

Every thing I had I gave to you

Every time I tried I would lose

Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth

Filing out of the church of Cain

Like a thousand foot pious snake

Hiding its sins deep in its stomach

Digesting them one at a time

And your voice is a sounding trumpet

Announcing the mountains that you've moved, that you've moved

And your voice is a sounding trumpet

Announcing

Announcing the mountains that you've moved, that you've moved

But love is the farthest thing from you, thing from you

But love is the farthest thing from you, from you

Every thing I had I gave to you

Every time I tried I would lose

Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth