Whoa-oh ey-yea,
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Slide on down.
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Whoa-oh ey-yea,
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What is lost, you gave away.
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Stray bullets raining on down down down-
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Stray bullets raining on down.
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Me and Danny Lorde and Steve
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Were fuckin' drunk on New Years Eve,
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Singing, drinking, playing guitars, laying 'round.
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We pulled a shotgun out the she'd and
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Fired it towards the heavens.
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Stray bullets raining on down.
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(Chorus)
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Back on a Mason covered truck (?)
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The captain laughed, and said, "good luck",
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As we rolled on through our first Iraqi town.
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From the rooftop, we got blasted,
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Danny Lorde's spine came unfastened.
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Stray bullets raining on down.
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(Chorus)
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15 months lost in Iraq,
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We got Stop-Loss'd, they sent us back.
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Why the fuck we we're even here, I'll never know.
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Me and Steve, we went out walking,
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A few of us have started talking,
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And now we've got a mission of our own.
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(Chorus)
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Cuz now we're coming for the captain,
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To reap the seeds he'd sown.
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Everybody hit the deck,
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Cuz his tent's about to blow.
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Tell the general when we find him,
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He'll be the next to go.
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Yeah- we're coming for the captain,
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AND THEN WE'RE GOING HOME.
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(Chorus)
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Stray Bullets
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| The Nightwatchman |
