He fractured his mind
With the thoughts of recovery
Bursting with missiles not caring where they head
Grandeur is not a word you can use for depression
It is putrid, vile and unloving with a touch of malice

Who needs a good reputation 
When you're going to hell
Promise me If I lose the war 
You'll put me down like my name is Old Yeller

I know we used to be Space Cowboys
But that seems like a lifetime ago
And I'm fading into the unknown
I truly mean that life should be lived

So put the gun up in the air
Fire the gun until the clip
Bang!
You're a space cowboy but I don't know for how long