This is a warning you are losing one of your sons
I've fallen away from my occupation
Cuz when I push the pencil they load the shells
That turn heaven into hell

This is a warning shot across the bow in high and tight
3000 flares didn't do nothin but light up the sky
And fall as limp reflections in your eyes
So this son says goodbye

I'll try to take my mind off of the shells
That turn heaven into hell