Based on the new version of
Roger Waters - The Bravery of Being Out of Range
(his recent release)
(with different lyrics and in the different key
compared to album version):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JamLmpVOgE0

Note: You can transpose to -5
and put capo on 5th fret
for easier chords :)
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[Intro]
     
     
     



[Verse]
             
You have a nat

              
ural tendency,

    
 to squeeze of

f a shot
             
You're good fu

              
n at parties, 

    
you wear the r

ight masks
             
You're old, bu

              
t you still li

     
ke a laugh in 

the locker roo

m
    
You can't abid

e change, you'

re at home on 

the range

[Verse]
             
You opened the

              
 suitcase, beh

 
ind the old wo

rkings
             
To show off th

              
e magnum, you 

      
deafened the c

anyon
             
A comfort a fr

             
iend, only ups

              
taged in the e


nd by the Uzi 

machine gun

Does the recoil remind you...

[Chorus]

Remind you of sex
              
Old man what t

             
he hell you go

          
nna kill next?
            
   Hey, old ti

             
mer   who you 

           
gonna kill nex

t?

[Verse]
             
I looked over 

           
Jordan and wha

t did I see
             
Saw a U.S. Mar

            
ine in a pile 

of debris
             
I swum in your

              
 pools and lay

 
 under your pa

lm trees
              
I looked in th

  
e eyes of the 

Indian

Who lay on the Federal Building steps

[Verse]
             
And through th

              
e rangefinder 


over the hill
             
I saw the fron

              
tline boys pop

          
ping their pil

ls
             
Sick of the me

              
ss they find o

        
f that desert 

stage
        
And the braver

y of being out

 of range

Yeah the question is vexed

[Chorus]
            
  Old man what

             
 the hell you 

           
gonna kill nex

t?
            
   Hey, old ti

             
mer    who you

           
 gonna kill ne

xt?

[Instrumental]

        
         
    



[Verse]
             
Thirty years l

              
ater, it’s the

 
 same old tune
             
No closer to p

              
eace than the 

 
man in the moo

n.
             
The president 

              
is still just 

     
as crazy as a 

loon,

Still picking 

fights in some

 foreign saloo

n.

[Verse]
             
Bombs still fa

       
lling out of t

he sky,
             
The band's sti

              
ll playing Mis

  
s American Pie

,
             
The gunner sti

              
ll sleeps in s

      
ome foreign fi

eld,
        
And the boys a

re still comin

g home on a sh

ield.

But nothing is real

[Verse]

We’re still playing the game
             
with the brave

              
ry of being ou

       
t of range
         
We still zap a

nd maim
             
with the brave

              
ry of being ou

       
t of range
        
Still strafing

 the train
             
with the brave

              
ry of being ou

       
t of range
        
We still gain 

terrain
             
with the brave

              
ry of being ou

       
t of range
      
Still fucking 

insane
             
with the brave

              
ry of being ou

       
t of range
      
Still channell

ing John Wayne
             
with the brave

              
ry of being ou

       
t of range
            
Still blowing 

              
out our own da

             
mn brains    [


shot]
            
      Yeah wit

             
h the bravery 

              
of being out o

   
f range

[Verse*] (* a little bit more quiet)
             
Hey bartender,

 
 over here
             
Two more shots

      
 and two more 

beers
             
Sir, turn up t

      
he TV sound
    
The war has st

arted on the g

round

[Verse] (*slow)
             
Just love thos

         
e laser guided

 bombs
             
They're really

             
 great for rig

hting wrongs
            
You hit the ta

          
rget and win t

he game from b

ars 3,000 mile

s away

3,000 miles away

[Outro] (*slow)
            
We play the ga

             
me with the br

              
avery of being

         
 out of range