American Style (Live 2001)

Beta (2001) Brett Hopkins drums, Daniel Easton bass. I'm going to Afghanistan It's there I'll make my final stand Like Johnny Spann and everyone Who loved him I know you may not understand I find myself the kind of man To cross the line in the sand For something This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war The target looks like every man I see him in the market stand I could take him now If I'm not wrong Before he gets to Pakistan I'll track him through the mountains and He'll give me one reason To be strong This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war Winter's come, it bites my hands Like every day I've walked these lands I've found another reason For a man's revenge With every shot I've made my stand So many men so much demand I'll never leave, I've joined the band Until the very end This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war Face to face, hand to hand Fighting for the promised land Every target, every man Squeeze and go I look at him and his demands I know he'll never understand I've always had the upper hand He will not know This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war