Dodson 
Please let us at them, 
Goes the barrack room cry, 
I`m glad I`m not going. 
I`m not dying to die. 
I`ve got all my medals 
Survived sneak attacks 
It`s not worth all the feelings 
And compassion I lack. 
Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They`ve got you in their sights. 
Everyone`s gone, they`re dead in a trench. 
Endless, sleepless nights. 
I`ve been to the jungle 
In garrison file 
I`ve walked death`s quiet paths 
Each lonely mile 
I killed for no reason 
My heart grew stone cold 
With a gun in your hand, 
Suddenly you think you`re so bold 
Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They`ve got you in their sights. 
Everyone`s gone, they`re dead in a trench. 
Endless, sleepless nights. 
Out on the run, guns at your back 
They`ve got you in their sights 
Is the method to your madness now 
To try to end your life? 
Captive there and all alone 
I would bide my time 
I`de write my family and all my friend 
And tell them I am doing fine 
But why is there blood upon my chest? 
Is there a method to this madness? 
Twenty one guns salute you, 
When you die. 
Twenty one guns salute you, 
Why, oh why? 
Your gravestone reads 
You were a patriot`s son. 
But nobody cares 
When all is said and done. 
Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They`ve got you in their sights. 
Everyone`s gone, they`re dead in a trench. 
Endless, sleepless nights. 
Out on the run, guns at your back, 
They`ve got you in their sights. 
Is the method to your madness now 
To try to end your life?