D                               Bm
In the Morning he stares at his fighting gun
D                             Bm
One more innocent with blood in his hands
             A                           G
He's not the same anymore       Not even half
                     D
He thinks about his sun

                                 Bm
In the battle his mind flows    everywhere
D                          Bm
What more to say about the things he has done
             A                           G
He's not the same anymore       Not even half
                D
He's carrying a gun

D
Put your hands in the air
G                              D              A
Now you'll have to pay for the crimes of your gun