Written by: (Harris)

Lying awake at night
 I wipe the sweat from my brow
 But it's not the fear
 'Cause I'd rather go now

 Trying to visualize
 The horrors that will lay ahead
 The desert sand mound
 burial ground

 When [bad word] to the time are we partners in crime?
 When [bad word] to the time we'll be ready to die

 God, let us go now
 And finish what's to be done
 Thy [bad word]  Thy shall be done on earth

 Trying to justify
 To ourselves the reasons to go
 Should we live and let live?
 Forget or forgive?

 But how can we let them go on this way?
 The reign of terror, [bad word] must end
 And we know deep down there's no other way
 No [bad word]  no reasoning, no more to say

 Afraid to shoot strangers
 Afraid to shoot strangers

 Afraid to shoot strangers
 Afraid to shoot strangers