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