Bullets in the breach waiting waiting
a baby in the balance gestating gestating
who one day may take up arms
swept on by war's desperate alarms.
Then the blood flows in the streets
and in the fields
When the men of God will come;
while there are bullets in the breach
men of God will come as a consequence
for without them where is the glory?
glory and mud do not mix
blood and mud will always mix.
when the dogs of war are on the loose
they may come scratching at your door
men of God won't save you then
but cross their arms and shout Amen.