Old man, don't tell me what you did in your day

I got problems of my own on the way

Look you now, where the locusts abound

Pray they don't feed on your sacred ground



Vibrations, are burning my hands

Slowly walking, stalking through these crazy lands

Defending the need , with a silent scream

For another time, for another dream



Jack boots, hi-jacks

Ray guns and spray guns

We got them all for free

Look to the stars for consolation

It could be there lookin' at me

Send me down a simple solution

Send me down a simple solution now

                             

No cheap-o, clean-o, is gonna wash away my blues

I need a good friend that's gonna give me some clues

The one on the cross, he almost had it boss

He was really spreading the news

Ah, but the destruct mutt, he's back in business

He ain't about to lose



Jackboots, hi-jacks

Ray guns and spray guns

We got them all for free

Look to the stars for consolation

It could be there lookin' at me

It could be there lookin' at me

Send me down a simple solution

Send me down a simple solution now



And the price-for life

Is one more run on that chicken wire

As the hero returns

With eyes of fire

To another man to man, so damn you man!



Old man don't tell me what you did in your day

I got problems of my own on the way

So look you now, where the locusts abound

Prat they don't feed on your sacred ground.



chorus:



(Cleminson)

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