
The Bravery of Being Out of Range Roger Waters
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[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties, you wear the right masks
You're old but you still like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change, you're at home on the range
You opened the suitcase, behind the old workings
To show off the magnum, you deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend, only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun, does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
[Chorus 1]
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next, yeah-yeah
Old timer who you gonna kill next
[Verse 2]
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools and lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find on their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
[Verse 1]
You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties, you wear the right masks
You're old but you still like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change, you're at home on the range
You opened the suitcase, behind the old workings
To show off the magnum, you deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend, only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun, does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
[Chorus 1]
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next, yeah-yeah
Old timer who you gonna kill next
[Verse 2]
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools and lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find on their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
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