Afraid To Shoot Strangers
(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 a 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
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