[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