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