An acid-bath
For sloganeers
Who have sent their lambs
To the slaughter
Never mindful
Of wayward kin
Who would sell their souls
For a quarter
I've been on the other side
In the darkness
The gunshots echo
And wine won't stifle
Their bastard pride
Torches burning
Their numbers growing
With ill-intent
As they prowl the night
I----------
I've been on the other side
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Call the man
Who will lead the clan
An avenging angel
Unhallowed tone
Baron Samedi
As only saviour
Disturbed from slumber
To walk alone
I----------
I've been on the other side
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town