Songtexte: House Of Heroes. Buckets For Bullet Wounds.

Shut up if you wanna get paid
What's your option?
Cold corruption or starvation
Buckets for bullet wounds
There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers

Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
For those who push them over
The cold composure
I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to

Here's a joke you might not laugh at
All the poorest work the hardest for the smallest
Do what you got to do
There are no handshakes, only handguns, only earthquakes
Buckets for bullet wounds
There are no churches, only prisons, only senators

Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
For those who push them over
The cold composure
I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to

Composure
Composure
Composure

The wolf that comes to many homes these days
Just had pups in my kitchen
I sold them, here is the money

Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah