Method To My Madness (LP版)-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'de 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?