The Tower

I'm dizzy walkin outta Larry's Army Wear used, with

some black leather shoes and desert BDU's.

Many boxes of ammo, I got the camo face paint.

Barricaded the tower doors, safe this place ain't.

Up to the top, I can see the whole planet it would seem.

The sun is beatin' on my head as I'm livin' my horror dream.

Up-chucked a couple times then I finally took aim, a

man is chattin' on his cell phone, I spattered his brain.

A lovely couple started runnin', all the sudden she

tripped. He kept right the fuck without her, like he

never missed a step.

I snapped one to his head, he fell dead to his knees,

then his wife was right there to retrieve the car keys.

Not many notice at first, although some do start to

scatter. Pluggin' iron in they back. Who they are it

doesn't matter.

There's a psychopath, way up in the tower somewhere,

And when they think they outta range, (*gunshot*)

poofs they hair.



Chorus:

And it was hot that day... (Someone's in the tower)

So fuckin' hot (Shooting from the tower)

And it was hot that day... (Someone's in the tower)

So fuckin' hot...



I shot the lady in the ass and the kid on the grass

and the daddy on the swing through the lens in his glasses.

First cop on the scene will be commended for his

services. For now he holds his throat and screams,

"I didn't deserve this".

The tower's too high, I'm bringin' shots from above

'cuz my head's a battle royale of serpents, snails, and bugs.

I'm quadarpolar, through my sniper's scope, I see

the enemy - the world ain't never been my friend

and never pretended to be.

I fought in two wars, my country left me poor and sick.

Leg missin' Agent Orange and un-useable dick.

So as I reload, my trigger finger's frozen cold from

squeezing so hard my reason is no control.

Warped soul. Look at that. Pap-pap-krack. Three

frat college boys flat, dead on they back.

And the lady tryin' to hide behind the dead fat guy...

just got one plucked in her eye.



Chorus



I'm finally at war again, Only I ain't takin' orders.

200 yards below, I'm taggin' targets, small as quarters.

Marksman. Sniper. Military precision. Spotlights.

on the tower, tryna nullify my vision.

My eyeballs keep rollin' in the back of my head,

practicing for any minute when I'm actually dead.

They put the tape up, these people think they outta

my view, but still, I'm steady pluggin' sleepin pills

off into them too.

I see in strobe light vision and I'm way beyond a panic.

My only skill is murder and I'm stuck on automatic.

Sweatin' profusely, bleedin' outta my ears. Their

shots are missing by fragments, bullets shaving

my hair. And yet my aim is remarkable, I'm peggin'

these ducks. One by one, jumpin' out of those

SWAT team trucks. I see the major activity, I'm

causing a chaos, mad -... my life went out with a flash.



Chorus



And it was hot that day... So fuckin' hot...

It shouldn't get that hot... humid and hot...

Beatin' down on us... So fuckin' hot...

Too fuckin' hot that day... Just too fuckin' hot...

How can it get that hot... How can it be that hot? ...

Too hot, too hot, too hot... It was just too fuckin' hot.