the company, the comfort, the grave - the chariot lyrics

walk backwards and say goodbye to what is right.
understanding what makes this, what makes it,
what makes us right.
god save this gunslinging generation.
“tell god i will return in the morning.”
this christ you preach i know, but who are you?
your hands are tied to blind men, whose hands are tied to blind men.
figure eights.
“this pistol is my ministry”