The line that's drawn between good of us and the bad of us
The bullets flying, their killin' everyone
The bullets flying, their taking toll
If you've been bad
You'd better close your eyes, you'd better bow your head
You'd better close your eyes, you'd better bow your head
Sweet child in time you'll see the line
See the blind man, shooting at the world
See the blind man, he is shooting at the world
Wait for the ricochet
Lord I bet you have been bad, I bet you have been bad
And you've not been hit by flying lead
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead