Please let us at them,
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Goes the barrack room cry,
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I'm glad I'm not going.
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I'm not dying to die.
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I've got all my medals
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Survived sneak attacks
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It's not worth all the feelings
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And compassion I lack.
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Out on the run, guns at your back,
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They've got you in their sights.
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Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench.
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Endless, sleepless nights.
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I've been through the jungles
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In garrison file
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I've walked death's quiet paths
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Each lonely mile
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I killed for no reason
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My heart grew stone cold
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With a gun in your hand,
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Suddenly you think you're so bold
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Out on the run, guns at your back,
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They've got you in their sights.
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Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench.
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Endless, sleepless nights.
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Out on the run, guns at your back
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They've got you in their sights
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Is the method to your madness now
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To try to end your life?
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Captive there and all alone
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I would bide my time
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I'de write my family and all my friend
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And tell them I am doing fine
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But why is there blood upon my chest?
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Is there a method to this madness?
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Twenty one guns salute you,
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When you die.
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Twenty one guns salute you,
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Why, oh why?
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Your gravestone reads
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You were a patriot's son.
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But nobody cares
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When all is said and done.
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Out on the run, guns at your back,
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They've got you in their sights.
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Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench.
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Endless, sleepless nights.
|
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Out on the run, guns at your back,
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They've got you in their sights.
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Is the method to your madness now
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To try to end your life?
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Method To Your Madness
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| Metal Church |
