Killer's son
I'm so sorry now for killing your son
I'm lying down in the sand
Fighting for my life
I'm so tired now
Aim your guns at the ones
A killing machine I've become
And with a rifle in my hands,
Well I try to understand
If this is war is justified or for the oil lines
As we're counting all the stars
While we ruin each other's hearts
Yeah I regret that I didn't die or did I?
Well I'm a killer's son
You and I've become
I'm thinking "bout home, where are you?
I feel so alone surrounded by fire
My feet are hurting
The sergeant lies down
Bleeding
Aim your guns at the ones
And what the hell is country pride?
When the president is proud?
As we're carried away underneath a flag
And we're pouncing our guns to those
Who could've been our sons
What makes them deserve to
Die more than you and I?
Well I'm a killer's son
You and I've become
I've got to get my gun
"Cause I'm a killer's son
I've got to get my gun
"Cause you and I've become
A killer's son
x Yvon