Songwriters: Bailey, Travis Dean; Koruschak, Eric Allan; Childers, Joshua Michael; Bunton, David Edison
We are your shield, the line in the sand
We take your bullets and we make your stand
A scatter shot payment
For each and every sin
Through storms of lead
Weâve screamed and bled
"Donât tread on me", she said
Weâre all unclean from all Iâve seen
And God wash this from my dreams
Weâre mice and men and might have beens
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sonâs brought home again
Our heart beats still weâre six feet under
Nobody knows the trouble weâve been
Or if we'll ever get back again
A scatter shot prayer
God save us and Amen
Through storms of lead
Weâve screamed and bled
"Donât tread on me", she said
Weâre all unclean from all Iâve seen
God wash this from my dreams
Weâre mice and men and might have beens
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sonâs brought home again
Our heart beats still weâre six feet under
Through storms of lead
Weâve screamed and bled
"Donât tread on me", she said
Weâre all unclean from all Iâve seen
And God wash this from my dreams
Weâre mice and men and might have beens
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sonâs brought home again
Our heart beats still weâre six feet under
Weâre mice and men
Six feet under
The bastard sonâs brought home again
Six feet under, oh