The Beat Of Black Wings

<br>I met a young soldier<br>He said his name was Killer Kyle<br>He was shakin` all over<br>Like a night-frightened child<br>This is his story<br>It`s a tough one for me to sing<br>Hard as the squawk and the flap<br>And the beat of--the beat of black wings<br>"They gave me a gun," he said<br>"They gave me a mission<br>For the power and the glory--<br>Propaganda--piss on `em<br>There`s a war zone inside me--<br>I can feel things exploding--<br>I can`t even hear the fucking music playing<br>For the beat of--the beat of black wings."<br>He said, "I never had nothin`--<br>Nothin` I could believe in<br>My girl killed our unborn child<br>Without even grievin`!<br>I put my hands on her belly<br>To feel the kid kickin`--damn!<br>She`d been to some clinic<br>Oh--the beat of black wings."<br>"They want you--they need you--<br>They train you to kill--<br>To be a pin on some map--<br>Some vicarious thrill--<br>The old hate the young<br>That`s the whole heartless thing<br>The old pick the wars<br>We die in `em<br>To the beat of--the beat of black wings."<br>There`s a man drawing pictures<br>On the sidewalk with chalk<br>Just as fast as he draws `em<br>Rain come down and wash `em off<br>"Keep the drinks comin` girl<br>`Til I can`t feel anything<br>I`m just a chalk mark in a rainstorm<br>I`m just the beat of black wings."<br>1988 Crazy Crow Music BMI