Mother hides her face She drops to her knees
Her sacrifice complete
The last of her line what's left of her name
Nothing will ever be the same
I'm not sorry for what I had to do
It must be done
You know God rewards the winner
Now I'm on my knees again give me strength to win
If I stop to listen I hear voices in the wind
Yeah, they say: "Who will be the killer?" "Who will be the winner?"
Shoot him! Yeah!
They say: "Who will be the killer?"
They say: "Have to live!"
You know you can't begin to imagine where I've been
Until you've walked a while in my shoes
Surrounded and outnumbered children wearing bombs
I'm crying
Oh, now I can't stop to sympathize.
Would you trade your eyes for mine?
I'll give you more time to answer.
I'll give you some time to rethink.
But there's never time when the bullets are flying.
You duck your head and hit the ground.
Shoot him! Yeah!
They say: "Who will be the killer?" "Who will be the winner?"
Shoot him! Yeah!
I've got to be the killer. I've got to live.
They say hit the ground hard when you feel it.
Open your eyes so you can see it.
Don't try to think just believe it.
Then you'll know you're not dreaming.
Yeah
Who will be the killer
I've got to be the killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer
I've got to live!
Yeah!
They say: "Who will be the killer?" "Who will be the winner?"
Shoot him! Yeah!
I've got to be the killer. I've got to live.
They say hit the ground hard when you feel it.
Open your eyes so you can see it.
Don't try to think just believe it.
Then you'll know you're not dreaming.
Shoot him!
"Who will be the winner?"
"Who will be the winner?"
I've got to be the killer. I've got to live.
Shoot him! Yeah!
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
Am I, am I, am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
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American Soldier © 2009 - Queensrÿche
Her sacrifice complete
The last of her line what's left of her name
Nothing will ever be the same
I'm not sorry for what I had to do
It must be done
You know God rewards the winner
Now I'm on my knees again give me strength to win
If I stop to listen I hear voices in the wind
Yeah, they say: "Who will be the killer?" "Who will be the winner?"
Shoot him! Yeah!
They say: "Who will be the killer?"
They say: "Have to live!"
You know you can't begin to imagine where I've been
Until you've walked a while in my shoes
Surrounded and outnumbered children wearing bombs
I'm crying
Oh, now I can't stop to sympathize.
Would you trade your eyes for mine?
I'll give you more time to answer.
I'll give you some time to rethink.
But there's never time when the bullets are flying.
You duck your head and hit the ground.
Shoot him! Yeah!
They say: "Who will be the killer?" "Who will be the winner?"
Shoot him! Yeah!
I've got to be the killer. I've got to live.
They say hit the ground hard when you feel it.
Open your eyes so you can see it.
Don't try to think just believe it.
Then you'll know you're not dreaming.
Yeah
Who will be the killer
I've got to be the killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer
I've got to live!
Yeah!
They say: "Who will be the killer?" "Who will be the winner?"
Shoot him! Yeah!
I've got to be the killer. I've got to live.
They say hit the ground hard when you feel it.
Open your eyes so you can see it.
Don't try to think just believe it.
Then you'll know you're not dreaming.
Shoot him!
"Who will be the winner?"
"Who will be the winner?"
I've got to be the killer. I've got to live.
Shoot him! Yeah!
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
Am I, am I, am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
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American Soldier © 2009 - Queensrÿche