The father, son and the holy ghost

You know they took the last train to the coast

They were moving fast - they were raising sand

And they were running wild in the promised land



The father, son and the three wise men

Operating undercover out in Bethlehem

Will they heal the sick? Can they raise the dead?

Can they bring it on home like the good book said?



Billy the Kid told the prince of thieves

A little give and take to satisfy my needs

You can give me lots but I'll take some more

I got my eyes on your treasure 'neath the desert floor



Freedom fries and burns and scars

The liberator goes too far

Freedom fries and screams and yells

The promised land is a promised hell