The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range Lyrics

The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range lyrics

You have a natural tendency

   To squeeze off a shot

   You're good fun at parties

   You wear the right masks

   You're old but you still

   Like a laugh in the locker room

   You can't abide change

   You're at home on the range

   You opened your suitcase

   Behind the old workings

   To show off the magnum

   You deafened the canyon

   A comfort a friend

   Only upstaged in the end

   By the Uzi machine gun

   Does the recoil remind you

   Remind you of sex

   Old man what the hell you gonna kill next

   Old timer who you gonna kill next

   I looked over Jordan and what did I see

   Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris

   I swam in your pools

   And lay under your palm trees

   I looked in the eyes of the Indian

   Who lay on the Federal Building steps

   And through the range finder over the hill

   I saw the front line boys popping their pills

   Sick of the mess they find

   On their desert stage

   And the bravery of being out of range

   Yeah the question is vexed

   Old man what the hell you gonna kill next

   Old timer who you gonna kill next

   Hey bartender over here

   Two more shots

   And two more beers

   Sir turn up the TV sound

   The war has started on the ground

   Just love those laser guided bombs

   They're really great

   For righting wrongs

   You hit the target

   And win the game

   From bars 3,000 miles away

   3,000 miles away

   We play the game

   With the bravery of being out of range

   We zap and maim

   With the bravery of being out of range

   We strafe the train

   With the bravery of being out of range

   We gain terrain

   With the bravery of being out of range

   With the bravery of being out of range

   We play the game

   With the bravery of being out of range