Snipers, O, Snipers
Where were you hiding?
Snipers, O, Snipers
Where were you these days?
Did you find your next target?
Is that your solace?
Is that your trigger?
Is that your sickness?
Snipers, O, Snipers
There are angels in your cannons
There are camels in your splinters
Have you a life to rent?
Have you a gun to steal?
Have you a toy to game?
Snipers, O, Snipers
Missing your impulsive pulses
Hissing over the thrifty things