House Of Heroes Buckets lyrics

Shut up if you want to get paid
What's your option?
Cold corruption or starvation
Buckets for bullet wounds
There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers

Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
For those who push them over
Oh, oh, 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


Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
For those who push them over
Oh, oh, the cold composure
I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to

Composure
Composure
Composure
Composure

The wolf that comes to many homes these days
Just had pups in my kitchen
I sold them and here is the money

Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah