text: I met a young soldier
  He said his name was Killer Kyle
  He was shakin all over
  Like a night-frightened child
  This is his story
  Its a tough one for me to sing
  Hard as the squawk and the flap
  And the beat of, the beat of black wings
  They gave me a gun, he said
  They gave me a mission
  For the power and the glory
  Propaganda, piss on em
  Theres a war zone inside me
  I can feel things exploding
  I cant even hear the fucking music playing
  For the beat of
  The beat of black wings.
  He said, I never had nothin
  Nothin I could believe in
  My girl killed our unborn child
  Without even grievin!
  I put my hands on her belly
  To feel the kid kickin, damn!
  Shed been to some clinic
  Oh, the beat of black wings.
  They want you, they need you
  They train you to kill
  To be a pin on some map
  Some vicarious thrill
  The old hate the young
  Thats the whole heartless thing
  The old pick the wars
  We die in em
  To the beat of, the beat of black wings.
  Theres a man drawing pictures
  On the sidewalk with chalk
  Just as fast as he draws em
  Rain come down and wash em off
  Keep the drinks comin girl
  Til I cant feel anything
  Im just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
  Im just the beat of black wings.