SNIPER's DAY

Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield

Copyright WWW (Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions © 2003

Intro: (Bottleneck acoustic guitar - thru' Honeytone© mini amp )

Well it's Sniper's Day (And) Somebody's gonna pay

Ain't nothin' personal You all understand

The seed verse:

Well his Daddy taught his son, And his son taught his son

How to be a man How to hold god damn gun

From the lessons that he learned And the passion in his words

Take an eye for an eye And wear your gun real high

Chorus:

Well it's Sniper's Day Sniper's Day

Yes it's Sniper's Day Somebody's gonna pay

Ain't nothin' personal You all understand

The growing verse:

At the age of seventeen He learned to be a man

He ran to the army So he could make a stand

They gave him a medal For his perfect marksmanship

It ain't no perfect world When "civy street" ain't your trip / When your skill ain't worth the trip

Chorus:

The planning verse:

Well they caught them both napping In a blue Chevrolet

With the rear boot converted So they could watch their prey

Power from a distance Weakness of the soul

Don't let them get too close Or look them in the eye

Final twist:

There's a twist to this story Before this song is sung

Who pulled the trigger The father or the son ?

Last Chorus:

Yes it's Snipper's Day Yes it's Snipper's day Yes it's Snipper's day Somebody's gonna pay

Yes it's Snipper's Day Yes it's Snipper's day Yes it's Snipper's day Somebody's gonna pay

Ain't nothin' personal You all understand

Out of sight, out of mind I'm gonna blow your mind