fading fast now in my bunk staring
at the ceiling
wiped clean and that ain't
dreams
I want my fucking country back
spliced with space and time
for you tonight
the world over always know your
target and what's
behind
it
my little good luck charm
kick in any door
that's easy for you to say
get down hands up and fully
cooperate I make mistakes all
the time the wet hair the blank eyes
call the number on your screen
my hero you're my hero
you're the one that I want
eliminating a threat engaging targets
full moon give us a call I want an
explanation
I lay eyes on someone with a weapon
a lot of good stuff the frosting on the
cake all the things that could go wrong
fade back into the shadows
in the distance muzzle flashes
now the eclipse