click! click! bang!
click-
click-click-bang-!
click-click-bang-!
My brain is the barrel of a shotgun-
Gunpowder up my lungs-
Blood on my fingers- blood on the-
click-click-bang-!
Ready??
Aim-!
click-click-bang-!
The mud on my-
Boots is shaped like-
Bullet shells-
Ready-aim-fire-!
Ready-aim-fire-!
Aim-fire-!
Aim-fire-!
Fire-!
click-click-bang-!
Is it-?
Did you-?
Bleed-?
Did you-?
Make him-
Bleed-?
Did his-
Eyes-
Hold us-
Hostage, again-?
click-click-
Now he’s-
Looking down-
At his own blood, and the-
fingerprints on his-
Helmet-
And we-
Are-
At the-
Hole in his-
Head-
And-
click-click-
Lick your-
Lips, I-
Lick my lips as-
They crack; the stillness cries-
My bullets sing-
My nation to sleep-
My tears are what-
My selfishness drinks, he licks them off-
The dirt and-
Complains when-
It stains his teeth-
And I-
Hurt him, hurt him-
Badly-
I hope he-
Knows I-
Sweat smoke and screams-
From the-
Bomb I put in the enemy's-
Supper-
I hope he-
Knows-
the-
Song my-
Musket-
Makes-
When the crowds-
Go chanting a'gain-
Picking-
Bullets off the-
Ground-
Through the-
Streets-
Going, and going a'gain:
oh, there's no discharge in the war!
So-
Step a foot-
Into Hell and-
Kill-
Until you-
Can-
Feel his-
Skull-
Crunch beneath-
Your boot-
Over-
And-
Over-
And-
There goes the-
c l i c k -
c l i c k -
b a n g - !
