Put your guns out on the table Throw your bullets on the floor This weary old house can't take it anymore From the ovens in the kitchen To the chains out in the dirt Rope hanging in the bedroom That's some of our dirty work The distant sleeping shadows That lie out in the yard The wind that distorts the meanings Of who we really are Saluting of ourselves As we pass by our mirrors This show of phony adulation Just masquerades all our fears So we open up our eyes at midnight See the setting of the sun Foundation is crumbling The inner structure's gone Used up by corruption And the passage of time We hope we've got some fight left Cause our children Our children are dying So we think that forgiveness Is a God given right And equality for all Is just a waste of our time With our nickel plated Jesus Chained around are necks Handing out verses of scripture Like we wrote it down ourselves Respect that we once had Went up the water spout Tried to keep it secret But the secret was found out Got to thinking high and mighty Like everything was a lock Some now say this house Can be taken without a shot So the hole gets dug deeper With every wedding bell And we sell each other down the road Until there's nothing left to sell And slowly but surely We disappear without a trace We point our fingers at each other And say what the hell happened to this place Without a shot Without a shot Without a shot