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 the 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?

Hey old timer, who you gonna kill next?

I looked over Jordan, what did I see?

Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris

I swam in your pools and lay under your palm trees

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 being out of range

Yeah, the question is vexed

Old man, what the hell you gonna kill next?

Hey 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 is still just as crazy as the loon

Still picking fights in some foreign saloon

Bombs still falling out of the sky

The band still playing "Miss American Pie"

The gunner still sleeps in some foreign field

And the boys are still coming, hauling a shield

And nothing is real

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

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

Still strafing the train with the bravery of being out of range

Still gained 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, win the game

From a box three thousand miles away

Three thousand miles away

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