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Lyrics:
We are your shield, the line drawn in the sand
We take your bullets and we make your stand
A scatter shot pavement
For each and every sin
Through storms of lead
We've screamed and bled
Don't tread on me she said
We're all unclean
From all I've seen
Oh God, wash this from my hands
We're mice and men and might have been
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The backward sons brought home again
Our heart beats still we're six feet under
Nobody knows the trouble we've been
Or if we'll ever get back again
A scatter shot prayer
God, save us and amen
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