Buckets for bullet wounds

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