The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range
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THE BRAVERY OF BEING OUT OF RANGE | THE BRAVERY OF BEING OUT OF RANGE |
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 Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next | Ronald Reagan |
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 | “Back in 1980 When I was running for President It was all so different Some pundits said our programs Would result in catastrophe Our views on foreign affairs would cause wars Once you begin a great movement There’s no telling where it will end We meant to change a nation And instead we changed the world” |
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 | You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot You’re good fun at parties you where 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 Old man what the hell you gonna kill next? Hey Old timer who you gonna kill next? |
Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next | I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a US marine in a pile of debris I swum in your pools and lay under your palm trees looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the federal building steps And through the rangefinder over the hill Saw the front line boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find of that desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next? Hey old timer who you gonna kill next? |
Hey bartender, over here Two more shots And two more beers | 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 picking 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 And the boys are still coming home on a shield But nothing is real |
Sir, turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground | We’re still playing the game With the bravery of being out of range We still zap and maim With the bravery of being out of range Still strafing the train With the bravery of being out of range We still gain 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 |
Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target And win the game from bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away 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 gain terrain With the bravery of being out of range | “At the big opening meeting All of a sudden just for a moment I saw that everyone Was sitting and looking at me. And then one of them Broke the silence Tell us about the American miracle He said.” |
We play the game With the bravery of being out of range | 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 We play the game With the bravery of being out of range. |