Bones of God - Birdeatsbaby

When they found the bones of God

they stitched our lips, they paid us off.

The papers said it was a fake

so we hid the lies for the children’s sake.

How can I run from your heavenly host?

You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,

so there’s no redemption for my crime,

I took my life,

I took my life.

Where they found the bones of God,

the grass was black, the earth was roughed.

My saviour lay in a tomb of rust,

my rock of ages ground to dust.

But how can I run from your heavenly host?

You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,

so there’s no redemption for my crime.

I took my life,

I took my life.

How can I run from your heavenly host?

You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,

so there’s no redemption for your crime.

You better take your life,

yeah, you better take your life.

Your life.