Gospel Shoes

Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose
 Drift about their good times, slivers in their boots
 Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through
 Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes
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 Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
 Fitted for the poor runners of the race
 Now every hand is folded shape of a gun
 Target's ever-changing, but the war it rages on
 So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
 As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
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 Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
 A long time ago, it meant the right to choose
 Who you love and how to live, now it's so misused
 Twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes
 So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
 As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
 Our mother she is crying, her broken heart is blue
 'Cause we're too busy dying, to love this life we lose
 She's growing weary of the lying
 She's tired of all this fighting in the name of gospel shoes