The Bravery of Being Out of Range

Intro 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 the 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 Verse 2 (repeat chord pattern) 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 frontline 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 Bridge Ooh............. Verse 3 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 We play the game with the bravery of being out of range _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Francisco Tanure([email protected])