I met a young soldierHe said his name was Killer KyleHe was shakin' all overLike a night-frightened childThis is his storyIt's a tough one for me to singHard as the squawk and the flapAnd the beat of--the beat of black wings"They gave me a gun," he said"They gave me a missionFor the power and the glory--Propaganda--piss on 'emThere's a war zone inside me--I can feel things exploding--I can't even hear the fucking music playingFor the beat of--the beat of black wings."He said, "I never had nothin'--Nothin' I could believe inMy girl killed our unborn childWithout even grievin'!I put my hands on her bellyTo feel the kid kickin'--damn!She'd been to some clinicOh--the beat of black wings.""They want you--they need you--They train you to kill--To be a pin on some map--Some vicarious thrill--The old hate the youngThat's the whole heartless thingThe old pick the warsWe die in 'emTo the beat of--the beat of black wings."There's a man drawing picturesOn the sidewalk with chalkJust as fast as he draws 'emRain come down and wash 'em off"Keep the drinks comin' girl'Til I can't feel anythingI'm just a chalk mark in a rainstormI'm just the beat of black wings."©1988 Crazy Crow Music BMI