I trace what's left of my cold steel as it twitches
Apply the tourniquet tight savor the moment
This might be my last sip of life
I see at least one hundred miles of shifting, stirring sand
A forsaken man in this strangers' land
They've left me for...dead
I'm so tired of feeling scared but I've got to find a way
I've got this gun in my hand I've got blood on my tongue as I write
A dead man's words, I write a dead man's words
The word we hear is there's one man down and he's alive
"He's alive!"
They ask for volunteers, I raise my hand high
I'm sure he'd do the same for me
It's three days through the desert heat
To save one man's life and I don't even know his name
I'm so tired and my thirst is strong
I might not make it back alive
But I've got my gun at my side
There's just one fear I can't hide
and it's a dead man's words
A dead man's words in the sand
(Out in the desert)
And I don't even know
(Out in the desert)
His name
I will keep
(So tired)
But there's no way out but ahead
I will not die
(Out in the desert)
No I will not die
I will keep my head down
(Hard to tell in the desert)
How many days pass
Hard to tell in the desert
The wind says...nothing
I move, the bullet b***s
Infected to the bone
Will it find its home...before me
I pray that you find me soon
Before I slip away
I'm so tired but I've got to hang on
I've just got to make it one more night
I've got this gun in my hand
I've got blood on my tongue
One last time I write
Dead man's words
I don't even know
I don't even know
Out in the desert
Writing, writing, writing
I'll keep my head down
So tired
Out in the desert
I'll keep my head down
Out in the desert
I will keep (so tired)
I'll keep my head down
I will keep
"HE'S ALIVE!"
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American Soldier © 2009 - Queensrÿche
Apply the tourniquet tight savor the moment
This might be my last sip of life
I see at least one hundred miles of shifting, stirring sand
A forsaken man in this strangers' land
They've left me for...dead
I'm so tired of feeling scared but I've got to find a way
I've got this gun in my hand I've got blood on my tongue as I write
A dead man's words, I write a dead man's words
The word we hear is there's one man down and he's alive
"He's alive!"
They ask for volunteers, I raise my hand high
I'm sure he'd do the same for me
It's three days through the desert heat
To save one man's life and I don't even know his name
I'm so tired and my thirst is strong
I might not make it back alive
But I've got my gun at my side
There's just one fear I can't hide
and it's a dead man's words
A dead man's words in the sand
(Out in the desert)
And I don't even know
(Out in the desert)
His name
I will keep
(So tired)
But there's no way out but ahead
I will not die
(Out in the desert)
No I will not die
I will keep my head down
(Hard to tell in the desert)
How many days pass
Hard to tell in the desert
The wind says...nothing
I move, the bullet b***s
Infected to the bone
Will it find its home...before me
I pray that you find me soon
Before I slip away
I'm so tired but I've got to hang on
I've just got to make it one more night
I've got this gun in my hand
I've got blood on my tongue
One last time I write
Dead man's words
I don't even know
I don't even know
Out in the desert
Writing, writing, writing
I'll keep my head down
So tired
Out in the desert
I'll keep my head down
Out in the desert
I will keep (so tired)
I'll keep my head down
I will keep
"HE'S ALIVE!"
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American Soldier © 2009 - Queensrÿche