mother hides her face she drops to her knees the last of her line what s left of her name nothing will ever be the same i m not sorry for what i have to do it must be done you know god rewards the winner now i m on my knees again give me strength to win if i stop to listen i hear voices in the wind shoot him they say who will be the killer who will be the winner shoot him now who will be the killer you know you can t begin to imagine where i ve been until you ve walked a while in my shoes surrounded and outnumbered children wearing bombs i m crying oh now i can t stop to sympathize would you trade your eyes for mine i ll give you more time to answer i ll give you some time to rethink but there s never time when the bullets are flying you duck your head and hit the ground shoot him now yeah who will be the killer who will be the winner shoot him now yeah i ve got to be the killer i ve got to live they say hit the ground hard when you feel it open your eyes so you can see it don t try to think just believe it then you ll know you re not dreaming shoot him now yeah who will be the killer am i dreaming i ve got to be the killer i ve got to live shoot him now yeah who will be the killer who will be the winner shoot him now yeah i ve got to be the killer i ve got to live they say hit the ground hard when you feel it open your eyes so you can see it don t try to think just believe it then you ll know you re not dreaming who will be the killer who will be the winner i ve got to be the killer i ve got to live