Deathbed Confession

I took a walk through the cracks of an alley
Where I saw the whites of your eyes getting heavy
It’s a sad little burden that you keep and you carry
But you love to weep and you love to be sorry
I was almost out when the guns had been loaded
When you heard me shout that the war wasn’t over
Do you have to doubt the power you own
So you ran and you beg to the blood red throne
Say to me, what you see
You believed, the grass was green
They have been, safe and clean
It won’t mean they’ll save you
High is the risk and the bets that you are placing
Don’t you think that it’s time
That you stopped all the shaking?
I can see for days you’ve been jealous and sober
Cos I made my bed with a drunk little soldier
Well he sat me down, said to me:
«I'm trying to decided how I want to spend eternity
I’m saving all my sins up for a deathbed confession
But I did not know, that your God was American»
What did you think of the food from the table?
Did you have to eat so that you could be able?
To spit out your sins, be sanctified
Now you call all you follow to lay down and die