You have a natural tendency   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