Album: Navigational

The Ballad Of Private Rifle Sound

Anytime when the days have got you down / And the smiles turn to the frowns - come on
down. / Anytime that you're sick of rifle sounds / Of reelin' off the rounds - come
on down./Sometimes, when the township's sleeping tight, / We're given to the night,
excavating all the hearts a waiting. / And sometimes, when the liquor's got us
right, / We pause our daily fights / For the evening, to the skies we're a
stealing./Anytime the commander lets you out / When there's silence to your shout -
come on down. / Anytime that the barracks box you in / And your heart feels kinda
thin - come on down.