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 
Afraid to shoot strangers 

Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers 

Afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid to shoot strangers 
Afraid to shoot strangers