A Bed That Breathes With Him

The stangers attacking 
Our hearts are all lacking 
But God means nothing to them 

The hit-men hold coupons 
And say God is gone 
Or trying to do me in 

Oh search and be silent 
On a bed that breathes with Him 

Our hearts are forgetting 
The thugs are all betting 
That God will only condemn 

Their questions rhetorical 
I wish they'd get homesick 
And find their way back again