Boots...
Boots in the Air,
Boots on the Ground,
Boots down the alleyway,
seeking out an enemy.
They say we own the night,
so in the night we fight,
My men and I creep towards the target,
Pant Pant, shuffle shuffle,
we move as fast as we can,
Until we have them in our site.
...
We have them in our site,
We let loose our bullets and grenades,
Another night has come,
"It's either them or us to die."
As the bullets fly.
I say, "wait! don't step there!"
But it's now too late to care;
Boots in the air,
He's on the ground,
Blood thick and wet and pumping,
His feet are still inside his boots.
Chris