Tracer Bullet Songtext
von Witheren

A tracer bullet flies
Through a six year old′s mind
The thought blew mine
In march 2003
Glad i wasn't Iraqi

I stepped out into the rainy street
And reviewed the facts
There weren′t many that i could grasp


Sixteen years and panic attacks
Later i consider the impending collapse
Hitting closer to home
Bunched in a stream of refugees
Headed for Stockholm
Caught up in
A post-World War Three
Exodus syndrome

Wretches stretch
For mile on mile
In single file
To no avail
A two-tone wail
Breaches the atmosphere
As night vision gear hunts down
Anything two shades too brown

In school they taught me
Rules and histories
Great use of that i have now
As my childhood fantasies

Of "end world hunger, bring world peace"
Are kicked right in the teeth
Before my eyes by my two feet