Drunken Marksman

Trained to do a job
Never thought he could kill anyone
How could he be so naïve?
Inside his head brainwashed and broken
They tore away his soul and made him a machine for control

He drinks and he drinks just to do his job
He drinks and he drinks just to get things done
The Drunken Marksman, the Drunken Marksman

Front line real time, Take up your position it's judgement day
Crunch time, cease fire, court martial could be coming your way
And his minds in overdrive, the thought of killing the innocent
He takes that hipflask that's hidden away
He blanks it out and squeezes the trigger

They tore away his soul and made him a machine for control
He'll turn his gun on you

Back from a tour of duty, a shattered mind and broken spirit
Now it seems so unreal, the horror returns no sleep for you
Your eye lines up that sight, the blood is spilled and the wasted lives
Hipflask hidden by your bedside, wake up it's time to die inside
Tell his wife
Live his life



Credits
Writer(s): Drunken Marksman
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