South Of Heaven - Matraca Berg

Praise and worship, bow your head

Say a prayer for the too soon dead

Call it God’s will, call it fate

Call for mercy, it’s too late

This ain’t where the angels dwell

South of heaven, north of hell

Twenty one guns and cathedral bells

South of heaven, north of hell

South of heaven, north of hell

Mothers, hold your babies close

Father, Son and the Holy Ghost

Cannot keep them safe on earth

So throw your rose down in the dirt

This ain’t where the angels dwell

South of heaven, north of hell

Twenty one guns and cathedral bells

South of heaven, north of hell

South of heaven, north of hell

Holy water, tears of pain

Cannot wash away the stain

God you gave your only son

Well, you are not the only one

You are not the only one

This ain’t where the angels dwell

South of heaven, north of hell

Twenty one guns and cathedral bells

South of heaven, north of hell

South of heaven, north of hell

Hear the weeping, hear them kneel

South of heaven, north of hell