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 your 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?

I looked over jordan
And what did I see?
Saw a US marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And layunder 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 front line 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
Old man, what the hell you gonna kill next?
Old timer, who you gonna kill next?

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

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 still strafe 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

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 3, 000 miles away
3, 000 Miles away

We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range