Artist: fury in the slaughterhouse
Song: when god goes home
There are moments in our lives
When every word is meaningless
What has to happen happens
And someone's directing this, I guess
Moments in our dreams
Where fantasy goes to extremes
We close our eyes and drift away
Nothing's left to say, hey, hey
There are mad dogs in our governments
With dollar bills and guns in hands
Building walls then knock 'em down
First destroy then buy the town
They write the book of history
With lots of blood and misery
Every page is drowned in red
Sleep well in your bed
There are moments in our nights
When we forget the world outside
You'll take my hand and I'll take yours
And then we shut the doors
When you feel alone at night
There's no-one there to hold you tight
Call me up, switch off the light
And I'll help you through the night
I'll give you everything I've got
It's not much believe me but
I'm just a little wheel
In this machinery of steel
Ooh, when God goes home
The world sleeps alone
