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