The weight of a trigger Is more than youd figure Its a crutch for Atlas to stand And the consequence, in his defense Was more than he planned Lead drives the heart of man The fall of a hammer is Darker and deeper than Any grain of ocean sand And the pacifist with broken wrists Can only pretend Lead drives the heart of man And oh, behold Mr. Samuel Colt Mine the ore and forge the bore And shape and bend a bloody world Lead drives the heart of man The spark from the primer Gives vision and power Like a newborn in a mothers hand And the holy ghost from Jericho wont save you again Lead drives the heart of man The smoke from the barrel Its a warning and fable That a soul can rise at your command With your breathing right and iron sights So you could understand Lead drives the heart of man And lo, behold Mr. Samuel Colt Mine the ore and forge the bore And shape and bend a bloody world Lead drives the heart of man The weight of a trigger is More than youd figure Its a crutch for atlas to stand And the consequence in his defense Was more than he planned Lead drives the heart of man Lead drives the heart of man
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