Music & Lyrics: Brendan Hill



Hot lights across his face

They told him he was just a disgrace

Stripped down like a frightened child

A shadow stood before him

He thought he saw a smile



Guilty of nothing more than fear

It was the dogs of war that sent him here

Caught across enemy lines

Shot in the back

Now he's running out of time



They all said they loved him

But where were they all now

Thinking about his hometown

Back in New York City



A slap across his face

Brings him back to this painful place

He would not talk God save his soul

They took him out and beat him

His mind felt cold



A change takes place

It makes you feel numb

Realizing you're just a man

Can make your soul want to run



Standing in the firing line

The smoke fills his lungs one last time

And with his last breath he cries out

Dear God what have I done



A shot rings out