"Red three six, this is red three six Charlie, over This is read three six,
over Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank"
"Dear God, what is it you will have me do?"
He watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old
No one understands him,
He wants to be noticed
Too late for regrets
It's too late for regrets
Nervous hands,
A trembling heart,
Evil eyes,
Bloodstained hands
Lost again, inside
Wait til you catch me,
But then it's too late
He just watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old
He was chosen
But now he's getting old
He watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old