Bones of God

When they found the bones of God
They stitched our lips, they paid us off
The papers said it was a fake
So we hid the lies for the children's sake

How can I run from your heavenly host?
You've put all your trust in a holy ghost
So there's no redemption for my crime
I took my life
I took my life

Where they found the bones of God
The grass was black, the earth was roughed
My saviour lay in a tomb of rust
My rock of ages ground to dust

But how can I run from your heavenly host?
You've put all your trust in a holy ghost
So there's no redemption for my crime
I took my life
I took my life

How can I run from your heavenly host?
You've put all your trust in a holy ghost
So there's no redemption for your crime
You better take your life
Yeah, you better take your life
Your life



Credits
Writer(s): Hana Piranha, Garry Mitchell, Forbes Coleman, Mishkin Fitzgerald
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