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 your 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
  Old timer who you gonna kill next
  I looked over Jordan and 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
  I 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 front line 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
  Old timer who you gonna kill next
  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
  And win the game
  From bars 3,000 miles away
  3,000 miles away
  We play the game
  With the bravery of being out of range
  We zap and maim
  With the bravery of being out of range
  We strafe the train
  With the bravery of being out of range
  We gain terrain
  With the bravery of being out of range
  With the bravery of being out of range
  We play the game
  With the bravery of being out of range