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