|
Whites of Their Eyes
|
(Sullivan/Heaton)
|
|
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond,
|
hauled into position as the prodigal son, I was not Abel - I was a Cain;
|
the kind you find a use for every now and again.
|
I can't abide what things have become,
|
they think that you're simple, they think that I'm dumb . . .
|
You want to know one thing I advise?
|
Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes.
|
They'll come to you in the perfect disguise
|
clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise . . .
|
shoot when you see the whites - the whites of their eyes.
|
|
The wolfchild smiles in the shallowest dreams
|
and you don't know just what it means . . .
|
Hey diddle diddle, what on earth can it be?
|
You ain't going to get any answers from me . . .
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Whites of Their Eyes
|
| New Model Army |
