While you're strolling down the fairway
Showing no remorse
Glowing from the poisons
They've sprayed on your golf course
While you're busy sinking birdies
And keeping your scorecard
The devil's been busy in your back yard
Steaming down the highway
With your trucks of toxic waste
Where you gonna hide it
Maybe outer space?
You don't know what you're doing
Or what you have to guard
The devil's been busy in your back yard
Sometimes you think you're crazy
But you know you're only mad
Sometimes your better off not knowing
How much you've been had
You see your second cousin
Wasted in a fight
You say he had it coming
You couldn't do it right
You're in a western movie, playing the part
The devil's been busy in your back yard
Sometimes they say you're wicked
But you know that can't be bad
Sometimes you're better off not knowing
It'll only make you sad
They're coming down picadilly
Dripping at the dosh (english slang for money)
Arresting sticky willy
Clubbing him with their cosh
They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard
The devil's been busy in your back yard