The Sniper Song

Banging on the inside

Fighting to get out

It's not all this trash

That blows 'round my feet

It might be this day

It might be this heat

And it's all of these idiots

That are bothering me

With their drivelling prattle

And their useless critiques

So now I know where snipers come from

A man weighted down by too heavy a load

So now I know where snipers come from

Peering down through my scope with an amoral code

The view is fantastic

From my aerie on high

I laugh at your pleading --

thrill at your cry

Semi-auto archangel

Unto death do us part

Vespiary of mercy

Putting lead in your heart

Banging on the inside -- fighting to get out