I met a young soldier
He said his name was Killer Kyle
He was shakin' all over
Like a night-frightened child
This is his story
It's a tough one for me to sing
Hard as the squawk and the flap
And the beat of, the beat of black wings
"They gave me a gun," he said
"They gave me a mission
For the power and the glory,
Propaganda, p*** on 'em
There's a war zone inside me,
I can feel things exploding,
I can't even hear the f****** music playing
For the beat of, the beat of black wings."
He said, "I never had nothin',
Nothin' I could believe in
My girl killed our unborn child
Without even grievin'!
I put my hands on her belly
To feel the kid kickin', d***!
She'd been to some clinic
Oh, the beat of black wings."
"They want you, they need you,
They train you to kill,
To be a pin on some map,
Some vicarious thrill,
The old hate the young
That's the whole heartless thing
The old pick the wars
We die in 'em
To the beat of, the beat of black wings."
There's a man drawing pictures
On the sidewalk with chalk
Just as fast as he draws 'em
Rain come down and wash 'em off
"Keep the drinks comin' girl
'Til I can't feel anything
I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
I'm just the beat of black wings."
He said his name was Killer Kyle
He was shakin' all over
Like a night-frightened child
This is his story
It's a tough one for me to sing
Hard as the squawk and the flap
And the beat of, the beat of black wings
"They gave me a gun," he said
"They gave me a mission
For the power and the glory,
Propaganda, p*** on 'em
There's a war zone inside me,
I can feel things exploding,
I can't even hear the f****** music playing
For the beat of, the beat of black wings."
He said, "I never had nothin',
Nothin' I could believe in
My girl killed our unborn child
Without even grievin'!
I put my hands on her belly
To feel the kid kickin', d***!
She'd been to some clinic
Oh, the beat of black wings."
"They want you, they need you,
They train you to kill,
To be a pin on some map,
Some vicarious thrill,
The old hate the young
That's the whole heartless thing
The old pick the wars
We die in 'em
To the beat of, the beat of black wings."
There's a man drawing pictures
On the sidewalk with chalk
Just as fast as he draws 'em
Rain come down and wash 'em off
"Keep the drinks comin' girl
'Til I can't feel anything
I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
I'm just the beat of black wings."