Michael

Michael was eleven
Thought that it was part of the job
The alter needed tending
And heavy is the weight of the cross

Years removed but he never forgot
A blood red moon and a single shot
Michael skipped town on the run from the cops
For killing a man of the cloth

Father got a few words
Scrambling to settle his debts
Doesn't really matter
Once the devil knows he's dead

The weak have been spurned but they never forgot
No cheek turned, no innocence lost
His hands won't shake, the gun was cocked
Consider it the wrath of your god

(Michael was eleven)

Michael's Smith & Wesson
Only brought him closer to god
And on the road to heaven
Everybody carries a cross

The weak have been spurned but they never forgot
No cheek turned, no innocence lost
His hands won't shake, the gun was cocked
Consider it the wrath of your god
Consider it the wrath of your god
(One, two, three, four)