[00:00.000] 作词 : Roger Waters
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Roger Waters
[00:21.670]You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot
[00:26.065]You’re good fun at parties you where the right masks
[00:30.412]You’re old but you still like a laugh in the locker room
[00:34.785]You can’t abide change you’re at home on the range
[00:43.357]You opened the suitcase behind the old workings
[00:47.888]To show off the magnum you deafened the canyon
[00:52.158]A comfort a friend only upstaged
[00:56.848]In the end by the Uzi machine gun
[01:00.538]Does the recoil remind you
[01:04.355]Remind you of sex
[01:06.481]Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
[01:14.438]Hey Old timer who you gonna kill next
[01:20.404]
[01:27.466]I looked over Jordan and what did I see
[01:31.299]Saw a US marine in a pile of debris
[01:35.708]I swum in your pools and lay under your palm trees
[01:39.934]looked in the eyes of the Indian
[01:42.666]Who lay on the federal building steps
[01:48.727]And through the rangefinder over the hill
[01:52.891]Saw the front line boys popping their pills
[01:57.048]Sick of the mess they find of that desert stage
[02:02.054]And the bravery of being out of range
[02:07.374]Yeah the question is vexed
[02:11.152]Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
[02:19.218]Hey old timer who you gonna kill next
[03:29.958]Thirty years later it’s the same old tune
[03:33.585]No closer to peace than the man in the moon
[03:38.156]The president’s still just as crazy as a loon
[03:42.208]Still picking fights in some foreign saloon
[03:51.323]Bombs still falling out of the sky
[03:55.203]The band’s still playing Miss American Pie
[03:59.827]The Gunner still sleeps in some foreign field
[04:04.183]And the boys are still coming home on a shield
[04:09.930]But nothing is real
[04:13.538]
[04:13.887]We’re still playing the game
[04:15.099]With the bravery of being out of range
[04:21.525]We still zap and maim
[04:23.328]With the bravery of being out of range
[04:30.306]Still strafing the train
[04:32.410]With the bravery of being out of range
[04:38.445]We still gain terrain
[04:41.201]With the bravery of being out of range
[04:47.659]Still ****ing insane
[04:49.798]With the bravery of being out of range
[04:56.416]Still channeling John Wayne
[04:58.827]With the bravery of being out of range
[05:05.165]Still blowing out our own damn brains
[05:15.847]Yeah with the bravery of being out of range
[05:23.332]
[05:46.176]Hey bartender over here
[05:50.004]Two more shots and two more beers
[05:55.391]Sir, turn up the TV sound
[05:59.313]The war has started on the ground
[06:07.099]Just love those laser guided bombs
[06:11.817]They‘re really great for righting wrongs
[06:16.651]You hit the target and win the game
[06:21.296]From bars three thousand miles away
[06:27.541]Three thousand miles away
[06:30.679]We play the game
[06:32.822]With the bravery of being out of range.

作词 : Roger Waters
作曲 : Roger Waters
You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot
You’re good fun at parties you where the right masks
You’re old but you still like a laugh in the locker room
You can’t abide change you’re at home on the range
You opened the suitcase behind the old workings
To show off the magnum you deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend only upstaged
In the end by the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Hey Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a US marine in a pile of debris
I swum in your pools and lay under your palm trees
looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the federal building steps
And through the rangefinder over the hill
Saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find of that desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Hey old timer who you gonna kill next
Thirty years later it’s the same old tune
No closer to peace than the man in the moon
The president’s still just as crazy as a loon
Still picking fights in some foreign saloon
Bombs still falling out of the sky
The band’s still playing Miss American Pie
The Gunner still sleeps in some foreign field
And the boys are still coming home on a shield
But nothing is real
We’re still playing the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We still zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
Still strafing the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We still gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
Still ****ing insane
With the bravery of being out of range
Still channeling John Wayne
With the bravery of being out of range
Still blowing out our own damn brains
Yeah with the bravery of being out of range
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots and two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They‘re really great for righting wrongs
You hit the target and win the game
From bars three thousand miles away
Three thousand miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range.