i want what you have
gonna come round there
and take it all ....
in the end

and what you have left
i will never miss the brighter things
confiscate the one that brings
anything to give relief
to the needs of any being

that ain't right
that ain't right
i lost my sight
that ain't right

don't be so uptight
i put your record on 
in the dead of night
ooh

no i never will shame
over crimes that ....
so cut me loose
run away and i won't shoot
anything to comfort me
i know you'll never come with me

that ain't right
that ain't right
i lost my sight
that ain't right

and you'll all be sent into the hills
and you'll all be sent into the hills