歌词语境宇宙
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
So hold tight your babies and your guns
Forgive us our trespasses father and son
Providence blinked facing the sun
So hold tight your babies and your guns
Forgive us our trespasses father and son
Providence blinked facing the sun