Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sniper, artist - Harry Chapin. Album song The Elektra Collection (1971-1978), in the genre
Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Elektra, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Sniper |
It is an early Monday morning |
The sun is becoming bright on the land |
No one is watching as he comes a walking |
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands |
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus |
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs |
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing |
The sound of the silence when no one was there |
I didn’t really know him |
He was kind of strange |
Always sort of sat there |
He never seemed to change |
He reached the catwalk. |
He put down his burden |
The four sided clock began to chime |
Seven AM, the day is beginning |
So much to do and so little time |
He looks at the city where no one had known him |
He looks at the sky where no one looks down |
He looks at his life and what it has shown him |
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found |
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch |
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. |
No no. |
No no |
You bug me, she said |
Your ugly, she said |
Please hug me, I said |
But she just sat there |
With the same flat stare |
That she saves for me alone |
When I’m home |
When I’m home |
Take me home |
He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun |
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall |
He knew he would need them for his conversation |
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all |
He said Listen you people I’ve got a question |
You won’t pay attention but I’ll ask anyhow |
I found a way that will get me an answer |
Been waiting to ask you 'till now |
Right now ! |
Am I? |
I am a lover whose never been kissed |
Am I? |
I am a fighter whose not made a fist |
Am I? |
If I’m alive then there’s so much I’ve missed |
How do I know I exist? |
Are you listening to me? |
Are you listening to me? |
Am I? |
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise |
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye |
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door |
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor |
He was kind of creepy |
Sort of a dunce |
I met him at the corner bar |
I only dated the poor boy once |
That’s all. |
Just once, that was all |
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car |
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far |
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades |
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle |
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed |
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise |
Just about then the answers started comming. |
Sweet, sweet joy |
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls |
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls |
Thirty-seven people got his message so far |
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are |
They set up an assault team. |
They asked for volunteers |
They had to go and get him, that much was clear |
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV’s |
In appropriately sober tone they asked «Who can it be ?» |
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn |
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn |
No no. |
No no |
They’re coming to get me, they don’t want to let me |
Stay in the bright light too long |
It’s getting on noon now, it’s goin to be soon now |
But oh, what a wonderful sound ! |
Mama, won’t you nurse me? |
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness |
Mama, it’s getting worse for me |
Won’t you please make me warm and mindless? |
Mama, yes you have cursed me |
I never will forgive you for your blindness |
I hate you! |
The wires are all humming for me |
And I can hear them coming for me |
Soon they’ll be here, but there’s nothing to fear |
Not any more though they’ve blasted the door |
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted «Who cares ?» |
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs |
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun |
With their final fusillade his answer had come |
Am I? |
There is no way that you can hide me |
Am I? |
Though you have put your fire inside me |
Am I? |
You’ve given me my answer can’t you see? |
I was ! |
I am ! |
And now I Will Be |
I WILL BE !!! |