Bulletproof Video (MV)

Bulletproof

Oh yes, I got your message
I thought that you misspoke
You said it was my happy day
Was that meant to provoke?
You said to gather everyone
Who has less faith than you do
And show them how to pray and praise
And what goals to pursue

Those powers you keep talking 'bout
You're calling them divine
Why don't you reevaluate
Step up - or back in line!
They are selling estimates as fact
They tear all solid structures down
The picture's overloaded now
The freak show is in town

While all of town is celebrating
She staying in the shade
Her silhouette within the passage
Slowly seems to fade
She seems so purely solemn
When she lights a cigarette
Inhaling with such spirit
That she's working up a sweat

You'd never guess she was religious
But her head's inside a hole
She speaks a line from time to time
""Have Mercy on my Soul""
She finds that death is not that scary
She's distant and aloof
Believes she shielded by her faith
And thinks she's bulletproof

A blackcoat wants to keep his words
Inside of a plastic urn
And all the nameless sufferers
They want to see them burn
There goes the dazzled tender
He who only talks to plants
One hand is on the bible
The other one's in his pants