Silencers God's Gift
It's God's gift to the lost and needy
The rich and greedy the pulsing ragged tide
It's God's gift to all His young
Ohhh to the cool and the certified
It's God's gift to the Kings and Generals
And the young men in tickertape uniforms
Ohhh they come with tongues of fire
Praying for a Victory
Wrap it up
Take it away
It's God's gift to the armies of the world
To the sheiks of the sword and the Mafioso death cord
It's God's gift to the head-hunting girls
Keepers of the final flame
It's God's gift to the mental toi
To the mob to the boys of the Ninja death squad
Ohhh now there's no talk back
Go Go Ronnie Go
Detonate blow us away
Ohhh No No No Not Me
Can't you understand I said
I've had a hard day
Diggin' my head in the sand
It's God's gift to the opium tongues
To the spitfire sons in shooting star machines
It's God's gift to the Reds to the Blues
To the Blacks and the Whites to the Orange and the
Greens
And all for nothing
All for nothing
All for nothing
All for nothing
Huh!
