Текст песни Sniper - Harry Chapin
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!
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