Watchman - Red Lamb

I am a watchman

I know what nobody knows

I watch the wall

And see what the networks won’t show

Tonight the bullets fly

Enemy or friendly fire

Somebody’s gonna die, that’s right!

Me and my rifle Patrol the streets unknown

There’re many like it

BUT this one’s my own

Out here a tour of duty is a guided tour of hell

Still we prowl this dangerous roads alone

To nowhere

I take your picture with me Jesus,

I hated being all alone

I’m coming back home today

I’m bringing my body back to you

Someone’s waiting for me, sleeping safe at home

I said I’ll be back soon

But when nobody knows

There’s no greater love than to lay down one’s life

They’ll say I was brave

I made the ultimate sacrifice

«The secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret

That your child was killed in action.

The secretary extends his deepest sympathy

To you and your family in your time of loss.

«The President would like you to have this book

On «How to apologize in 101 Middle Eastern dialects, and a free turkey.»

I take your picture with me Jesus

I hated being all alone

I’m coming back home today

I’m bringing my body back to you

While on his journey

The hot southern wind Had brought a sandstorm

And there is nothing he could do

But wrap his head, turn his back to the wind

And wait While the sand filled his nostrils and throat until he suffocates

I take your picture with me Jesus

I hated being all alone

I’m coming back home today

I’m bringing my body back to you

I take your picture with me Jesus

I hated being all alone

I’m coming back home today

I’m bringing my body back to you

I am a watchman

I know what nobody knows

I watch the wall

And see what the networks won’t show