Clap Hands Two Guns I counted the holes that tore through Bastogne that day There were so many that we left them unbarried A 20 mile advancement on an allied front With every shot I take writes out The Fog Of War And I can't wait to fall asleep My mind is racing, count bloody sheep again I've got the flashman in my sight To take his life, or give him mine It's hard to get below a surface conversation I'm a killer but not for one nation Young man's cause revealed as an old man's game As the blood spills out on the pavement The star of david get special arrangements Young man's cause revealed as an old man's game