Interpret:

Metal Church

Album:

The Dark

Dodson 
Please let us at them, 
Goes the barrack room cry, 
I'm glad I'm not going. 
I'm not dying to die. 
I've got all my medals 
Survived sneak attacks 
It's not worth all the feelings 
And compassion I lack. 


Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They've got you in their sights. 
Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench. 
Endless, sleepless nights. 


I've been to the jungle 
In garrison file 
I've walked death's quiet paths 
Each lonely mile 
I killed for no reason 
My heart grew stone cold 
With a gun in your hand, 
Suddenly you think you're so bold 


Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They've got you in their sights. 
Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench. 
Endless, sleepless nights. 


Out on the run, guns at your back 
They've got you in their sights 
Is the method to your madness now 
To try to end your life? 


Captive there and all alone 
I would bide my time 
I'de write my family and all my friend 
And tell them I am doing fine 
But why is there blood upon my chest? 
Is there a method to this madness? 


Twenty one guns salute you, 
When you die. 
Twenty one guns salute you, 
Why, oh why? 
Your gravestone reads 
You were a patriot's son. 
But nobody cares 
When all is said and done. 


Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They've got you in their sights. 
Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench. 
Endless, sleepless nights. 


Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They've got you in their sights. 
Is the method to your madness now 
To try to end your life?