Red Lamb Watchman
I am a watchman I know what nobody knows I watch the wall And see what the networks won't show Tonight the bullets fly Enemy or friendly fire Somebody's gonna die, that's right! Me and my rifle Patrol the streets unknown There're many like it BUT this one's my own Out here a tour of duty is a guided tour of hell Still we prowl this dangerous roads alone To nowhere
I take your picture with me Jesus, I hated being all alone I'm coming back home today I'm bringing my body back to you
Someone's waiting for me, sleeping safe at home I said I'll be back soon But when nobody knows There's no greater love than to lay down one's life They'll say I was brave I made the ultimate sacrifice
"The secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret That your child was killed in action. The secretary extends his deepest sympathy To you and your family in your time of loss. "The President would like you to have this book On "How to apologize in 101 Middle Eastern dialects, and a free turkey."
I take your picture with me Jesus I hated being all alone I'm coming back home today I'm bringing my body back to you
While on his journey The hot southern wind Had brought a sandstorm And there is nothing he could do But wrap his head, turn his back to the wind And wait While the sand filled his nostrils and throat until he suffocates
I take your picture with me Jesus I hated being all alone I'm coming back home today I'm bringing my body back to you I take your picture with me Jesus I hated being all alone I'm coming back home today I'm bringing my body back to you
I am a watchman I know what nobody knows I watch the wall And see what the networks won't show
