I met a young soldier
He said his name was Killer Kyle
He was shakin' all over
Like a night-frightened child
This is his story
It's a tough one for me to sing
Hard as the squawk and the flap
And the beat of-the beat of black wings
"They gave me a gun," he said
"They gave me a mission
For the power and the glory-
Propaganda-piss on 'em
There's a war zone inside me-
I can feel things exploding-
I can't even hear the fucking music playing
For the beat of-the beat of black wings."
He said, "I never had nothin'-
Nothin' I could believe in
My girl killed our unborn child
Without even grievin'!
I put my hands on her belly
To feel the kid kickin'-damn!
She'd been to some clinic
Oh-the beat of black wings."
"They want you-they need you-
They train you to kill-
To be a pin on some map-
Some vicarious thrill-
The old hate the young
That's the whole heartless thing
The old pick the wars
We die in 'em
To the beat of-the beat of black wings."
There's a man drawing pictures
On the sidewalk with chalk
Just as fast as he draws 'em
Rain come down and wash 'em off
"Keep the drinks comin' girl
'Til I can't feel anything
I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
I'm just the beat of black wings."
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