Godbrother

You took your name all the way to the desert
And you were changed in the name of your Lord
You gave your word unto Zion
And your hand to the sword

We were the sons of American plenty
Your mother held me as her own
We grew to cross many borders
Different roads, different homes

O, Godbrother
What have you done?
Gone
To Judea
With a shovel
And a gun

O, Godbrother
What have you done?
Gone
To Judea
With a shovel
And a gun

Gone
To Judea
With a shovel
And a gun