Rifles Lyrics

skull hole + rifle + asshole = bullet hole.
holes in every pot, holes in the walls.
holes in Kabul, holes in Belgrade, holes in Mosul, letâs put holes in L.
A.
holes of Jerusalem, holes of Shibam, stuck in adobe, surrounded by sand.
hijacked by texans and guided by checkpoints and dug into holes.
no wonder itâs holy land.
rifles of the rich and famous.
superstition shrouds their acreage.
rifling through those lifeless pages.
a secure homeland, a secure escape.
the chasmâs agape. shadrach, meeshach, and a-bed-ne-go, the inspiration for the power of no.
shizam!
a djinni is stirring.
can stop them from operating?
seven stones incinerate so well.
to see your face among them, to shield your eyes from the sun, the only other option to owning a home and owning a gun.
rifles of the rich and famous.
superstition shrouds their acreage.
rifling through those lifeless pages.
a secure homeland, a secure escape.
the chasmâs agape.

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