The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range
You have a natural tendencyTo squeeze off a shotYou're good fun at partiesYou wear the right masksYou're old but you stillLike a laugh in the locker roomYou can't abide changeYou're at home on the rangeYou opened your suitcaseBehind the old workingsTo show off the magnumYou deafened the canyonA comfort a friendOnly upstaged in the endBy the Uzi machine gunDoes the recoil remind youRemind you of sexOld man what the hell you gonna kill next.Old timer who you gonna kill next.I looked over Jordan and what did I seeSaw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debrisI swam in your poolsAnd lay under your palm treesI looked in the eyes of the IndianWho lay on the Federal Building steps.And through the range finder over the hillI saw the front line boys popping their pillsSick of the mess they findOn their desert stageAnd the bravery of being out of rangeYeah the question is vexedOld man what the hell you gonna kill nextOld timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over hereTwo more shotsAnd two more beersSir turn up the TV soundThe war has started on the groundJust love those laser guided bombsThey're really greatFor righting wrongsYou hit the targetAnd win the gameFrom bars 3,000 miles away3,000 miles awayWe play the gameWith the bravery of being out of rangeWe zap and maimWith the bravery of being out of rangeWe strafe the trainWith the bravery of being out of rangeWe gain terrainWith the bravery of being out of rangeWith the bravery of being out of rangeWe play the gameWith the bravery of being out of range