Run for cover

The first son had His blessing
But he stumbled and he lost
He tried to wash away the stain
But that just muddied up the cost

You better run for cover
Tell all your friends
To take all their guns and money
And don’t come back again.

He wandered through the wilderness
Of littered steel and bone
He set his stare on a vision shared
But the sins were all his own

You better run for cover
Tell all your friends
To take all their guns and money
And don’t come back again.

The moonlight cast a shadow
His face was tired and torn
He made an offering in the night
But he would not be reborn

You better run for cover
Tell all your friends
To take all their guns and money
And don’t come back again.


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