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