Clap Hands Two Guns

I counted the holes that tore through Bastogne that day

There were so many that we left them unbarried

A 20 mile advancement on an allied front

With every shot I take writes out The Fog Of War

And I can't wait to fall asleep

My mind is racing, count bloody sheep again

I've got the flashman in my sight

To take his life, or give him mine

It's hard to get below a surface conversation

I'm a killer but not for one nation

Young man's cause revealed as an old man's game

As the blood spills out on the pavement

The star of david get special arrangements

Young man's cause revealed as an old man's game