Must have been something wrong with the air on that morning
I could see through the eyes of the birds they were coming
I remember thinking to myself
That I am just a stranger in their land
When the bullets were flying
He said: "Here's the keys to heaven."
If I find my way to heaven
Must of been something with our luck on that afternoon
Look around I'll I see are the bodies of decay
I could see through the eyes of a bird
I realize it's in dog tags that fall out my brothers
Must have been something wrong with the air on that morning
I can see through the eyes of the birds they are coming... for me
