A soldier was sent made to go and he went To exist on the outskirts of Knights! And the soldiers they stay, shoot to kill and then pray They soon leave the outskirts of hell. And they write their letters to loved ones Write sometimes we fight, sometimes we run Just like playing football - with a gun. Chorus And when the sun fades away at the end of the day And the sand in your mind starts to cool the stars starts to shine and they play tricks on your mind Cause you brought your gun to scho (guitartabs.cc)