Shots

Shots

Ringing all along the borders can be heard

Striking out like a venom in the sky

Cutting through the air faster than a bird

In the night

Children

Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hand

Trying to join their father's castles together again

Will they make it? Who knows where or when

Old wounds will mend?

Machines

Are winding their way along, looking strong

Building roads and bringing back loads and loads

Of building material

In the night

Men

Are trying to move the borders on the ground

Lines between the different spots that each has found

But back home another scene was going down

In the night

Lust

Comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts

Of suburban wives who learned to pretend

When they met their dream's end

In the night

Shots

I hear shots

I keep hearing shots

I keep hearing shots

I hear shots

Shots

I hear shots

I keep hearing shots

I keep hearing shots

I hear shots