There were things you wanted to do
But I couldn’t let you
I didn’t want to
I had to shoot  

Although I tried I couldn’t find
Something else to do
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

You pointed your gun at someone
Although
I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

The sword you held in your hand
Had sliced a man in two
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

No time to talk or say goodbye
Time to ask you why
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

And although I knew
You were unwell
Fighting phantom infidels
I had to shoot

I shouted out I yelled
But you were under
Someone’s spell
And I had to shoot

Catch 22 caught me
And it caught you
Although I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

Nothing else for me to do
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

You shouted blame and called his name in vain
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

You chose the game you shamed his name
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

If you come back from the dead
With hatred in your head
I’ll have to shoot
Again, and again and again, and again
And again and again
I’ll have to shoot