| Song | Under The Gun |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | Perfect Strangers |
| Lyrics:Blackmore/Glover/Gillan Music:Blackmore/Glover/Gillan | |
| Infidel can you hear | |
| Would be strange delight | |
| I need you to give your sympathy tonight | |
| When you hear what I say | |
| Deeds I've done | |
| Realise I've never lost and never won | |
| I've got a feeling that it's never right | |
| There was a reason but it's out of sight | |
| It's going down somewhere tonight | |
| Under the gun | |
| Put death in my hand | |
| Learn to fight | |
| Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right | |
| We got no choice | |
| Under command | |
| We're ordered to die or take this land | |
| Stupid bastards and religious freaks | |
| So safe in their castle keeps | |
| They turn away as a mother weeps | |
| Under the gun | |
| When brave men fall | |
| Under crimson skies | |
| There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's | |
| eyes | |
| Tears will dry | |
| For those I kill | |
| Remember no more their names but | |
| someone will | |
| The only way to be victorious | |
| Screw the fools who think it's glorious | |
| Who gives a toss about the likes of us | |
| Under the gun |
| Lyrics: Blackmore Glover Gillan Music: Blackmore Glover Gillan | |
| Infidel can you hear | |
| Would be strange delight | |
| I need you to give your sympathy tonight | |
| When you hear what I say | |
| Deeds I' ve done | |
| Realise I' ve never lost and never won | |
| I' ve got a feeling that it' s never right | |
| There was a reason but it' s out of sight | |
| It' s going down somewhere tonight | |
| Under the gun | |
| Put death in my hand | |
| Learn to fight | |
| Who could care if it' s wrong or if it' s right | |
| We got no choice | |
| Under command | |
| We' re ordered to die or take this land | |
| Stupid bastards and religious freaks | |
| So safe in their castle keeps | |
| They turn away as a mother weeps | |
| Under the gun | |
| When brave men fall | |
| Under crimson skies | |
| There' s a sadness reflected in a soldier' s | |
| eyes | |
| Tears will dry | |
| For those I kill | |
| Remember no more their names but | |
| someone will | |
| The only way to be victorious | |
| Screw the fools who think it' s glorious | |
| Who gives a toss about the likes of us | |
| Under the gun |