Can you hear the evil crowd?
The lies and the laughter........
I hear in my insides,
The mechanized hum of another world.......
Where no sun is shining,
No red light flashing
Here in this darkness
I know what I've done
I know all at once who I am
I'm a bookkeeper's son,
I don't want to shoot no one,
But I crossed my old man back in Oregon....
Don't take me alive.