The Drums Of War (feat. Jon Forman)

The drums of war are marching in
 The drums of war are marching in
 The drums of war, the blood of man
 We praise God with the gun in our hand
 Oh church, what have we done?
 We hold our faith from the back of a gun
 We loose our souls even if we've won
 I say, "Lord, please save me from your followers"
 I know, I know
 There's a thunderstorm coming
 I know, I know
 There's a thunderstorm coming
 We're all sons of Uncle Abraham
 Muslim, Christian and Jew
 Yeah, we're all sons of Uncle Abraham
 Until the shot breaks loose
 Yeah, they tell me vengeance belongs to the Lord
 When heaven comes and the right is restored
 When we'll possess what only grace can afford
 Till then we'll take it with our own drawn swords
 "Lord please, save me from your followers"
 I know, I know, there's a thunderstorm coming
 "Lord please, save us from ourselves"
 I know, I know, there's a thunderstorm coming
 Left and right, black, brown and white
 Why does it seem to always end in a fight?
 Every pride's got God on their side
 It was pride before the fall going on last night
 Oh tell me church how could this be?
 A God of light to justify dark deeds
 A God of poor to justify my greed
 There ain't no end to justify these means
 I say, "Lord please, save me from your followers"
 I know, there's a thunderstorm coming
 "Lord please, save us from ourselves"
 I know, there's a thunderstorm coming
 Yeah