D             Gm                            D                    Gm
Just as we hit the green, I've never been so happy to be alive
 Am7            Gm                                 Am7
Only seven miles behind, you could smell the child
         Gm                                    D
The smell of the front line's survival
                              C                               Bb             F  
With my silver Buddha, and my silver bullet

 D                 Gm                                       D
You learn to ride the earth, when your living on your belly
                 Gm
And the enemy is city birthed (lyrics?)
Am7                       Gm7
Who need radar?  We use scent
Am7                               Gm7
They stink of the west, stink of sweat,
Am7                                   Gm7                               D
stink of the cologne and baccy and their yankee hash
                              C                               Bb             F
With my silver Buddha, and my silver bullet
 Dm                              Am        Gm
Pulling on the pin,  oh pull out  pull out 
 Dm                        Am         Gm
Pulling on the pin, oh - oh - oh -oh - oh

Chorus  (Choppy stumming pattern - a bit of palm mute)

Dm           Gm         Am      Bb
Just one thing in it, me or him
Dm7          Bb      Am              Dm
And I love life so pull out the pin
Dm           Gm         Am      Bb
Just one thing in it, me or him
Dm7          Bb      Am              Dm
And I love life so pull out the pin
Dm           Gm         Am      Bb
Just one thing in it, me or him
Dm7                      Gm              Am      
And I love life      I love life     I love life

Pull out the pin



Rest of the words

I've seen the coat for me, I'll track him 'til he drops
Then I'll pop him one he won't see
He's big and pink and not like me, he sees no light
He sees no reason for the fighting
With my silver Buddha and my silver bullet - pull out the pin

I ha d not seen his face, 'til I'm only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey
I look in the American eyes, I see little life,see little wife
He's stirring violence up in me
With my silver Buddha and my silver bullet - pull out the pin