God’s Great Dust Storm Songtext
von Katzenjammer

Hold my head
Hold my faith
Hold my eyes to the sky
When my scythe has
Has me cut in
God′s great
Great dust storm
Take my sins
Wash them clean
Pour a drink on my bones
And watch them
Watch them burn in
God's great
Great dust storm
I′ll be your gimp


Whipped through the skin
In the hour that you come
There are greedy crows in
God's great
Great dust storm
I walked the line
In my best black suit
Through fields in sweet quiet mourn
Please let the faithful come forth in
God's great
Great dust
God′s great
Great dust
God′s great
Great dust storm