"Red three six, this is red three six Charlie, over. 
This is read three six, over. 
Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank." 
"Dear God, what is it you will have me do?" 

He watches them 
They don't look back 
He was chosen 
But he's getting old 
No one understands him, 
He wants to be noticed 
Too late for regrets 
It's too late for regrets. 

Nervous hands, 
A trembling heart, 
Evil eyes, 
Bloodstained hands. 
Lost again, inside 
Wait til you catch me, 
But then it's too late 

He just watches them 
They don't look back 
He was chosen 
But he's getting old 

He was chosen 
But now he's getting old. 
He watches them 
They don't look back 
He was chosen 
But he's getting old