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 a 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 vehicle  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 laid 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 bein' out of range

Yeah, the question is vexed

Old man, what the hell you gonna kill next?

Yeah, yeah, old timer, you gonna kill next?

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

We zap and maim with the bravery of being out of range

We strike the train with the bravery of being out of range

We gained terrain with the bravery of being out of range