Red three six, this is red three six Charlie, over
This is read three six, over
Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank."
"Dear God, what is it you will have me do?"

He watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old
No one understands him
He wants to be noticed
Too late for regrets
It's too late for regrets

Nervous hands
A trembling heart
Evil eyes
Bloodstained hands
Lost again, inside
Wait til you catch me
But then it's too late

He just watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old
He was chosen
But now he's getting old
He watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old