The sky was grey
The month was May
The time was just past dawn
The air was crisp
The tempreture brisk
When we gathered on the lawn
We strapped our masks
Divvied up our tasks
And more than filled our guns
The bugles blew
And we all knew
The hunt had just begun
In groups of four
We fought this war
Like Navy Seals we moved
Over the rivers
and through the woods
Our Grandmothers would not have approved
Behind the trees
Under the leaves
We waited for them to come
The bugles blew
And we all knew
The hunt was not yet won
He didn't see
Behind the trees
Untill it was to late to run
I was Rambo, Pacino
Robert Deniro
I WAS the God of the Sun
Like a broken old doll
We watched him fall
But we continued to fire the guns
The bugles blew
And we all knew
The hunt was all too done.