Yesterday I killed a man named soldier
I cut off his throat and buried his gun
Today that buried gun came to seed
A grey tree fruiting bullets and bombs
My daughters and the grey tree are growing under the same sun
Oh God, what have my hands done?
Another man called soldier came back from the dead
He broke my bones and dug a grave for two
And while my soul was departing my guilty body
I've realized that my name was soldier too
Our grave is honored for the souls we slaughtered
Though the sand on top is wholly covered with
Red cash and blue blood
With faces in the mud
Red cash and blue blood
And hatred scars
Red cash and blue blood
Now I'm looking at this gory place from the sky above
I'm a dead soldier and I'm still on the run
Cupids and devils are indifferent here
They don't care what we've lost or what we've won
The maps to heaven are lost and scattered
And the holy books in God's kingdom are completely colored with
Red cash and blue blood
With faces in the mud
Red cash and blue blood
And hatred scars
Red cash and blue blood
Red cash and blue blood
With faces in the mud
Red cash and blue blood
And hatred scars
Red cash and blue blood
Red cash and blue blood
Red cash and blue blood
Red cash and blue blood
Red cash and blue blood
Red cash and blue blood