LAST NIGHT I CLOSED MY EYES
WATCHED THE TRACERS FLY
THRU THE JUNGLE TREES
LIKE FIREFLIES ON A WINDY NIGHT
PULLED UP & ONWARD BY THE BREEZE
AND I COULD STILL HEAR THE FAR OFF, TIN CANNY SOUND
OF THEIR MACHINE GUNS COME UNWOUND
& I WAS SHAKIN' LIKE LITTLE RICHARD
& I WAS SWEATIN LIKE OLD JAMES BROWN
OVER BY MY WINDOW STILL THE MOON WAS STILL
ON MY CIGARETTES AND WINE
SOMETIMES THERE'S WHERE I PRAY TO JESUS
SOMETIMES THERE'S WHERE I PRAY TO DIE
BUT I COULD STILL SENSE THE CIRCLING DANGER
OF THOSE INVISIBLE BASTARDS OF THE PISS-HOT DAY
& I WAS SHAKIN' WITH OLD PROUD MARY
& I WAS SITTIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY….

TAKE THE HITS BOYS TAKE THE HITS
DON'T SMOKE YOUR BIBLE
AND DON'T LOSE YOUR WITS
'CAUSE THE SKY IS FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL
& YOUR EYES ARE FILLED WITH TEARS
HOLD YOUR BREATH BOYS HOLD YOUR BREATH
FINGER YOUR TRIGGER AND WELCOME DEATH
CAUSE THE CHOPPERS FILLED WITH YOUR GUNSHOT FRIENDS
&YOUR HEARTS FILLED WITH FEAR

THE FABLES TELL OF MEN WHO FELL
WITH SWORDS DANGLING FROM THEIR CHESTS
& THE OLD GUYS DOWN AT THE TAPROOM SWEAR
THE JAPS COULD KILL YOU BEST
BUT LATE AT NIGHT I COULD STILL HEAR THE CRIES
OF 3 BLACK GUYS I SEEN TAKE IT IN THE FACE
I THINK ABOUT THEM SWEET MOTOWN GIRLS THEY LEFT
BEHIND
AND THE ASS HOLES THAT TOOK THEIR PLACE

TAKE THE HITS BOYS TAKE THE HITS
DON'T SMOKE YOUR BIBLE
AND DON'T LOSE YOUR WITS
'CAUSE THE SKY IS FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL
& YOUR EYES ARE FILLED WITH TEARS
HOLD YOUR BREATH BOYS HOLD YOUR BREATH
FINGER YOUR TRIGGER AND WELCOME DEATH
CAUSE THE CHOPPERS FILLED WITH YOUR GUNSHOT FRIENDS
&YOUR HEARTS ARE FILLED WITH FEAR


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