There Is a Bomb in Gilead
Children of Abraham, don't say you ain't been warned
For there will come a burning day
Strait are the checkpoints to your enemy's house
And narrow is the way

But broad are the wings of the silver birds overhead
And wide open are their bellies' gates
And many there be among y'all, children
Who will lie begging in their wakes

There is a bomb
In Gilead
It sitteth on the throne of peace
And it's fixing to get blown to pieces
There is a bomb

Children of Paul, forget y'all not
To Whom you belong
For a sword long hath been wrought
That cleaves the weak from the strong
Boy from his father
Mama from her daughter
If you ain’t loving
You ain’t living

There is a bomb
In Gilead
It sitteth on the throne of peace
And it's fixing to get blown to pieces
There is a bomb