Firing Line - Ghost of Tom Joad

Your bullets graze over my head

Lika an animal I hear your hunting call

Sleepless, for fourty-eight hours

My comouflage didn’t work this time

I’m caught in your firing line tonight

Either way you put it, I came to close

Cin your firing line

There’s a hunter, underneath your sweet skin

I guess all is fair in your bloody war

Shivers running down my spine

Here, behind enemy lines