Testo Twenty One Guns

TWENTY ONE GUNS11th hour's gone nothing's resolvedthere's no alternative to becoming involvedstrike up the band round up the men ready to die for nothingone shred of hope one prayer for peace one man abandonedhe prays for release he's bound to his code dishonor is deathhis heart pounding hatred with every breathhe fights war's a childrens game back in the worldhe'd be a criminal he'd go insaneno sleep for days he sweats when it's coldhe lives for his orders he does what he's toldno mercy for his enemy his finger on the trigger of an M-16the hours grow long he's bored and alone he dosen't need no onehe's never going home the system made him who he isthose motherfuckers will fear himhe's gone his mind is a waste he hears it twenty-one gunslife imitates death imitates twenty-one gunshonor parades accolades a section eight twenty-one gunsa proud servant of this grand republic he got twenty-one guns