Psalms Alive Lyrics
| Song | Psalms Alive |
| Artist | Baroness |
| Album | Yellow & Green |
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| I am the nail that you can’t strike | |
| I am the spear that will run you through | |
| And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep | |
| And you filled your palms with dirty bombs | |
| Instead of hand-grenades | |
| I am teeth which cannot bite | |
| I’ll tear your garden up by the roots | |
| And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep | |
| And you filled your palms with dirty bombs | |
| Instead of hand-grenades | |
| Hear the seven bell tolls | |
| Ringing loud for you | |
| Coroners and vultures | |
| Cry out, “ | |
| Gloria!”All across the valley | |
| Onward towards the sun | |
| The two-bit prophet sways and | |
| Pulls a price from everyone | |
| Feel the heavy hoof-beats | |
| Pound across the land | |
| The sin of our forefathers | |
| Lies within our clutching hands | |
| Watch the planes pass over | |
| Hear its call-to-arms | |
| The golden drunk of morning | |
| Made me straight my bended knee |
| I am the nail that you can' t strike | |
| I am the spear that will run you through | |
| And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep | |
| And you filled your palms with dirty bombs | |
| Instead of handgrenades | |
| I am teeth which cannot bite | |
| I' ll tear your garden up by the roots | |
| And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep | |
| And you filled your palms with dirty bombs | |
| Instead of handgrenades | |
| Hear the seven bell tolls | |
| Ringing loud for you | |
| Coroners and vultures | |
| Cry out, " | |
| Gloria!" All across the valley | |
| Onward towards the sun | |
| The twobit prophet sways and | |
| Pulls a price from everyone | |
| Feel the heavy hoofbeats | |
| Pound across the land | |
| The sin of our forefathers | |
| Lies within our clutching hands | |
| Watch the planes pass over | |
| Hear its calltoarms | |
| The golden drunk of morning | |
| Made me straight my bended knee |
| I am the nail that you can' t strike | |
| I am the spear that will run you through | |
| And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep | |
| And you filled your palms with dirty bombs | |
| Instead of handgrenades | |
| I am teeth which cannot bite | |
| I' ll tear your garden up by the roots | |
| And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep | |
| And you filled your palms with dirty bombs | |
| Instead of handgrenades | |
| Hear the seven bell tolls | |
| Ringing loud for you | |
| Coroners and vultures | |
| Cry out, " | |
| Gloria!" All across the valley | |
| Onward towards the sun | |
| The twobit prophet sways and | |
| Pulls a price from everyone | |
| Feel the heavy hoofbeats | |
| Pound across the land | |
| The sin of our forefathers | |
| Lies within our clutching hands | |
| Watch the planes pass over | |
| Hear its calltoarms | |
| The golden drunk of morning | |
| Made me straight my bended knee |
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