| In your head you can hear your heart | |
| Sweat runs cold it's all about to start | |
| Life or death only seconds away | |
| For king and country, there's a game to play. | |
| The hawks will fly, the doves will cry | |
| The old wise ones stay at home | |
| The young ones die | |
| Come to the gathering | |
| Have fun with a gun | |
| Come to the gathering | |
| Your day in the sun. | |
| In your soul you can feel the fear | |
| In your mind all your demons appear | |
| Could this be your glory day | |
| Or just another number when you're blown away? | |
| The hawks will fly, the doves will cry | |
| The old wise ones stay at home | |
| The young ones die | |
| Come to the gathering | |
| Have fun with a gun | |
| Come to the gathering | |
| Your day in the sun. | |
| Thank the ones who bear the scar | |
| Widow weaves and a silver star | |
| All the ones who won't meet dad | |
| Wonder why they turned out so bad | |
| All the kids who won the day | |
| Just got bombed by the folks they saved | |
| And all the people where you're from | |
| Don't want you there you've been gone too long. | |
| In your head you can hear your heart | |
| Sweat runs cold it's all about to start | |
| Life or death only seconds away | |
| For king and country, there's a game to play. | |
| The hawks will fly, the doves will cry | |
| The old wise ones stay at home | |
| The young ones die | |
| Welcome to the gathering | |
| Have fun with a gun | |
| Welcome to the gathering | |
| Your day in the sun. |