Letra de Shoot To Kill, Kill Your Darlings
(Hip, hip, hooray)
When I was in school, I stayed away from the war prudes
When I was in school, I stayed away from the war prudes
A voice said, "If he has a favorite war, the kid has gotta be bad news"
And in an early July, I took a trip to the gun range, yeah
I hit the paper man right in the eye
I can't say I don't get the hype
But I guess I don't understand this feeling
Is it eating you up inside?
Are you dying to kill a man?
Is it going to keep you alive?
The ROTC kid with the cheerleading captain
And we can't figure out how the relationship happened
He doesn't seem to like what she chooses to do with hеr body
But I guess he's getting ovеr his body as well
You think you'd get it more than anyone else
I guess I don't understand this feeling
Is it eating you up inside?
Is it really the only option?
There's always going to be a fire to fight
You're the son of a lawyer and the son of a doctor
But dreams of holding a gun and jumping out of a chopper
And everyone here is a poor kid, right out of high school
But you're different from the rest of your peers, hell
You're the only one who knows why they're here
I guess I don't understand this feeling
Is it eating you up inside?
'Cause you're just a little kid
You shouldn't have to choose how you die
In some other life, you're living into your nineties
You got a couple of kids and your wife doesn't like me
And you turn on the news and see the cycle repeating
But you're safe in the walls of your house
Aren't you happy that you never went out?
I guess I don't understand this feeling
But I pray that you dodge the mines
When you're stepping on foreign land
And not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
And in an early July, I took a trip to the gun range, yeah
I hit the paper man right in the eye
I can't say I don't get the hype
But I guess I don't understand this feeling
Is it eating you up inside?
Are you dying to kill a man?
Is it going to keep you alive?
The ROTC kid with the cheerleading captain
And we can't figure out how the relationship happened
He doesn't seem to like what she chooses to do with hеr body
But I guess he's getting ovеr his body as well
You think you'd get it more than anyone else
I guess I don't understand this feeling
Is it eating you up inside?
Is it really the only option?
There's always going to be a fire to fight
You're the son of a lawyer and the son of a doctor
But dreams of holding a gun and jumping out of a chopper
And everyone here is a poor kid, right out of high school
But you're different from the rest of your peers, hell
You're the only one who knows why they're here
I guess I don't understand this feeling
Is it eating you up inside?
'Cause you're just a little kid
You shouldn't have to choose how you die
In some other life, you're living into your nineties
You got a couple of kids and your wife doesn't like me
And you turn on the news and see the cycle repeating
But you're safe in the walls of your house
Aren't you happy that you never went out?
I guess I don't understand this feeling
But I pray that you dodge the mines
When you're stepping on foreign land
And not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
Not a soul is ready to die
