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I’m so sorry now for killing your son I’m lying down in the sand Fighting for my life I’m so tired now Aim your guns at the ones A killing machine I’ve become And with a rifle in my hands, Well I try to understand If this is war is justified or for the oil lines As we’re counting all the stars While we ruin each other’s hearts Letras de cancionesYeah I regret that I didn’t die or did I? Well I’m a killer’s son You and I’ve become I’m thinking ‘bout home, where are you? I feel so alone surrounded by fire My feet are hurting The sergeant lies down Bleeding Aim your guns at the ones And what the hell is country pride? When the president is proud? As we’re carried away underneath a flag And we’re pouncing our guns to those Who could’ve been our sons What makes them deserve to Die more than you and I? Well I’m a killer’s son You and I’ve become I’ve got to get my gun ‘Cause I’m a killer’s son I’ve got to get my gun ‘Cause you and I’ve become A killer’s son x Yvon From Letras Mania