The Bravery of Being Out of Range (The Lockdown Sessions)

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] Old man, what the hеll you gonna kill next? Hey, old timer, who you gonna kill nеxt? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 1] Old man, what the hell you gonna kill next? Hey, old timer, who you gonna kill next? [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Thirty years later, it's the same old tune No closer to peace than the man in the moon The president's still just as crazy as a loon Still pickin' fights in some foreign saloon Bombs still falling out of the sky The band's still playing Miss American Pie The gunner still sleeps in some foreign field The boys are still coming home on a shield And nothing is real [Chorus 2] 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 gained terrain with the bravery of being out of range Still fucking insane with the bravery of being out of range Still channeling John Wayne with the bravery of being out of range Still blowing out our own damn brains Yeah, with the bravery of being out of range [Verse 4] 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 three-thousand miles away Three-thousand miles away [Outro] We play the game with the bravery of being out of range