Method to Your Madness - Metal Church

Please let us at them

Goes the barrack room cry

I’m glad I’m not going

I’m not dying to die

I’ve got all my medals

Survived sneak attacks

It’s not worth all the feelings

And compassion I lack

Out on the run, guns at your back

They’ve got you in their sights

Everyone’s gone, they’re dead in a trench

Endless, sleepless nights

I’ve been to the jungle

In garrison file

I’ve walked death’s quiet paths

Each lonely mile

I killed for no reason

My heart grew stone cold

With a gun in your hand

Suddenly you think you’re so bold

Out on the run, guns at your back

They’ve got you in their sights

Everyone’s gone, they’re dead in a trench

Endless, sleepless nights

Out on the run, guns at your back

They’ve got you in their sights

Is the method to your madness now

To try to end your life?

Captive there and all alone

I would bide my time

I’d write my family and all my friend

And tell them I am doing fine

But why is there blood upon my chest?

Is there a method to this madness?

Twenty one guns salute you

When you die

Twenty one guns salute you

Why, oh why?

Your gravestone reads

You were a patriot’s son

But nobody cares

When all is said and done

Out on the run, guns at your back

They’ve got you in their sights

Everyone’s gone, they’re dead in a trench

Endless, sleepless nights

Out on the run, guns at your back

They’ve got you in their sights

Is the method to your madness now

To try to end your life?