Gospel Shoes - Watchhouse
Some set their heads to swimming
Nothing to lose
And drift about the good times
With slippers in their boots
Some walk the straight and narrow
Only passing through
Drain this over oh bear
Gospel shoes
Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
Fitted for the poor the runners of the race
Now every hand is folded to the shape of a gun
The targets ever changing but the war
It rages on
So the armies march onward
For the mother and the son
As this world of screaming color is
Bleached in the blood
Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
A long time ago it meant the right to choose
Who you love and how to live
But now it's so misused
And twisted by the politics of men
In gospel shoes
So the armies march onward
For the mother and the son
As this world of screaming color is
Bleached in the blood
My mother she is crying
Her broken heart is healing
Sweet buzy dying
To love is like you win
It's gone where it lies
So tired of all this fine and the name will call Australia
