Stand and Fight

Well, my daddy taught me how to shoot, my uncle how to kill and I'm standing in this rocky crag looking down the hill. I'm waiting for a stranger as he's walking up the slope and the man don't know the danger got the target in my scope. Stand and fight, Cut and run Bring a knife, Bring a gun Tell me what we're fighting for Damn your politics. Damn your wars. Well the sun was shining brightly when the man came into view and although he dressed in funny clothes he looked like me or you. It would only take a single shot to bring that haji down. As I squinted through my rifle scope This is what I found: I saw Jesus in his face, I saw Buddha in his eyes. I saw Allah and the Virgin Mary walking side by side and I heard a choir singing as the heavens opened wide and I know that it's not manly, but I just broke down and cried. Stand and fight, Cut and run. Bring a knife, Bring a gun. Tell me what we're fighting for? Damn your politics. Damn your wars. Well, I never felt the bullet hit but suddenly the pain made me turn and look above at another rocky crag. I could see his head and then his gun, there was something really wrong and as my eyes grew hazy I heard him sing this song: I saw Jesus in his face I saw Buddha in his eyes I saw Allah and the Virgin Mary walking side by side and I heard a choir singing as the heavens opened wide and I know that it's not manly but I just broke down and cried. Stand and fight, Cut and run Bring a knife, Bring a gun Tell me what we're fighting for? Damn your politics. Damn your wars.