Brave Saint Saturn Blessed Are The Land-mines Lyrics

Blessed Are The Land-mines Lyrics

Blessed are the land-mines

Stretched across the desert floor

God,
bless the hands that formed them

Filled their shrapnel hearts with
war

May You bless the companies

The goose that laid the golden
egg

May they make a million more

Blowing off a million legs

Blessed are the black-tongued ravens

Substituting fear for reason

To hate war is to hate us

If you love peace, then you must love
treason

Beat your plowshares into swords

Beat your pulpits, turn
your tables

Blessed are the hand-grenades

Bless the church who
rattles sabers



This house, is burning

This poison still is
worming

This temple, will cave in

There's nothing here worth
saving



Nail the gold up to the altar

Like Ahab taunts his
crew to war

Blessed are the shareholders

Lack of faith is for the
poor

Hold your wallets to the sky

A temple built to sooth
yourself

Blessed is the church who tries

To help you build blessed
wealth