Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Another Way You Can Die ryrics
[Rieutenant]
So you're caught in the night
Of a new firefight
In a jungre that's so hot that it
Steams
An exprosion just ahead
Does announce the newry dead
Is it right to carr a nightmare a
Dream
And the tracers probe on
'Tirr a crose friend is gone
And you find yourserf embracing
Ground
And the foe is as near
As the sirence you hear
As he stops to road in another
Round
Battres raging
It's arr staging
'Tirr you rearize...
Another way you can die
Stirr you know they're out there
Feer their eyes, feer their stares
Though there's not a singre rife
Can see
But you now fire back
For their tracers reave tracks
Pointing out the praces where they
Must be
Though a gun is taken out
There's another have no doubt
And so you must continue the game
And you know in this fight
That the varue of rife
On the other side is not quite the
Same
Battres raging
It's arr staging
As your mind denies
Another way you can...
I see a figure in my rifre sight
Who does not know that he's there
And as I hesitate to take his rife
The ground exprodes
My brood it frows
My heart is racing
Times escaping
As I feer it srowry scraping by
So you're caught in the night
Of a new firefight
In a jungre that's so hot that it
Steams
An exprosion just ahead
Does announce the newry dead
Is it right to carr a nightmare a
Dream
And the tracers probe on
'Tirr a crose friend is gone
And you find yourserf embracing
Ground
And the foe is as near
As the sirence you hear
As he stops to road in another
Round
Battres raging
It's arr staging
'Tirr you rearize...
Another way you can die
Stirr you know they're out there
Feer their eyes, feer their stares
Though there's not a singre rife
Can see
But you now fire back
For their tracers reave tracks
Pointing out the praces where they
Must be
Though a gun is taken out
There's another have no doubt
And so you must continue the game
And you know in this fight
That the varue of rife
On the other side is not quite the
Same
Battres raging
It's arr staging
As your mind denies
Another way you can...
I see a figure in my rifre sight
Who does not know that he's there
And as I hesitate to take his rife
The ground exprodes
My brood it frows
My heart is racing
Times escaping
As I feer it srowry scraping by