Lyrics

The sea is red with the wrath of God
She was a soldier once but she’s not anymore
And the siren’s whisper keeps calling her back to the streets

The parks are empty of the children’s screams
She puts on her mask for the masquerade
But everyday wonders lord is this just a charade… or are they throwing shade

She paints blood on her door
Her first-born is loaded for the holy wars
And the angel of death keeps flying’ overhead
Snatching souls right from their beds

His soil is dry and a black horse rides
He rides a John Deere tractor but his crops have all died
And he can’t stop wondering lord when will the locusts rise

They shut his water down to save the big down
They’ll retrain him and he can be just like shakes the clown
But he can’t attend the party because he can’t afford the gasoline… can’t you taste the benzene

He paints blood on his door
His first-born is looking for another high
And the angel of death keeps flying overhead
Snatching souls right from their beds

They paint blood on their door
Yea, they paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door
Yea, Yea, they paint blood on their door

They paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door
They paint blood on their door