I want to know about your hideouts Where you sleep, eat and keep your guns Wake up and throw me a bible And don't speak about the fortunate ones I'm going to watch the horizon Keep an eye out from time to time And I will play you a tune in a big fat arena You are all going to be standing in line Ain't that the way they go? I don't see this thing ever landing With all the crap you're planing Brickthrowing kids on the concrete Drunken pastor hide in the church Sixty women posing for nightclubs All going in head first Everybody watch the commotion See the sights, the flesh and the bones And spread your love in reasonable proportions And see to that you guard you own Ain't that the way they go? I don't see this thing ever landing With all the crap you're planing We will take you there, boy Just be patient enough And put your feet on the ground