"Listen children to a story that was written long ago;
'bout a kingdom on the hill and the valley folk below..."


Act I (The making)

I await upon high ground ...camouflaged

I see all my enemies before me

So many through my telescopic sight

Death and carnage, battle field redemption

Daily life here seems so patriotic

Targets abound for this Army sniper

It's dying time again--I'll play the game

And in the end a bullet calls their name.


Act II (The breaking)

A metal received for services rendered

Lying here at night, I'm unable to sleep

Faces of the ones I killed fill my mind

So much death and carnage, faces of war

Medical discharge, I'm needed no more

My mind gives over to darker thinking

The goodness within me crumbles away

It's dying time again--I'll play the game.


Act III (L.D.S.K.)

I await upon high ground ...camouflaged

I see all of you down there before me

So many through my telescopic sight

Your death and carnage is my claim to fame

These pathetic lives mean nothing to me

Meaningless targets for this psychopath

It's dying time again--I'll play the game

And in the end, a bullet calls your name.


Act IV (An end to the game)

He waits for me on high ground ...camouflaged

I know he is there some where, it's my time

So powerful, his telescopic sight

My demise will be his ticket to fame

One more target for this police sniper

Like me, he has become immune to death

It's dying time, I'll play the game once more

And in the end, a bullet calls my name.


"There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day;
on the bloody morning after ...one tin soldier rides away."