the man i shot

that man i shot

he was trying to kill me

he was trying to kill me he was trying to kill me

that man i shot i didn't know him

i was just doing my job

maybe so was he

that man i shot

i was in his homeland

i was there to help him but he didn't want me there

i did not hate him

i still don't hate him

he was trying to kill me and i had to take him down

that man i shot

i still can see him

when i should be sleeping

tossing and turning

he's looking at me

eyes looking through me

break out in cold sweats when i see him standing there

that man i shot

shot not in anger

there's no denying it was in self-defense

but when i close my eyes

i still can see him

i feel his last breath in the calm dead of night

that man i shot

he was trying to kill me

he was trying to kill me

he was trying to kill me

sometimes i wonder if i should be there?

i hold my little ones until he disappears

i hold my little ones until he disappears

i hold my little ones until we disappear

and i'm not crazy or at least i never was

but there's this big thing that can't get rid of

that man i shot did he have little ones

that he was so proud of that he won't see grow up?

was walking down his street

maybe i was in his yard

was trying to do good i just don't understand