James Lynn Strait - The Box lyrics

Yesterday when I was just a boy in times of youthful hero worship

My kind have been molded by images on the screen

Brought up to emulate the big guns

Another guest on death's best show

The influence cuts deeper than mom knows

Electric waves the demon's fly

Now could we just be bred to kill or die

There must be something else

The blame I place on myself

Behind tired eyes the demons stir

The tears go uncried

In the box - doin' time

Now that I'm grown

Abandoned childhood toys

But still what danger have I retained?

To grab the brass ring

& go in for the kill & covet the goods you know dem got for murder

In the box - doin' time

& the minds are locked down