Method to My Madness

"Please, let us at them," goes the barrack room's cry

I'm glad I'm not going, I'm not dying to die

I've got all my medals, survived sneak attacks

It's not worth all the feelings and compassion I lack

Out on the run, guns at your back

They've got you in their sight

Everyone's gone, they're dead in the trench

Endless, sleepless nights

I've been through the jungles, in garrison file

I've walked death's quiet path each lonely mile

I kill for no reason, my heart's grew stone-cold

With a gun in your hand, suddenly you think you're so bold

Out on the run, guns at your back

They've got you in their sight

Everyone's gone, they're dead in the trench

Endless, sleepless nights

Out on the run, guns at your back

They've got you in their sight

It's a method to your madness now

To try to end your life

Captive there and all alone, I would bide my time

I'd write my family and all my friends

Tell them I am doing fine

But why is there blood upon my chest?

Is there a method to this madness?

21 guns salute you when you die

21 guns salute you, why, oh, why?

Your gravestone reads, "You were a patriot, son"

But nobody cares when all is said and done

Out on the run, guns at your back

They've got you in their sight

Everyone's gone, they're dead in the trench

Endless, sleepless nights

Out on the run, guns at your back

They've got you in their sight

It's a method to the madness now

To try to end your life

21

21

21

21 guns gone