My father he rides with your sheriffs;
And I know he would never mean harm,
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or alarm.
Chorus (after each verse):
Oh, oh, helpless and slow,
And you don't have anywhere to go.
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold.
The gypsy who begged for your presents -
He will laugh in your face when you're old.
Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey,
Another he drinks up his wine.
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind.
When the rivers run quicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood.
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge on your blood
I'm sick of working for a living
I'm just ticking off the days till I die
Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah...
And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth
Oh periscope up
I've been looking for a ladder
I need to see the commander in chief
And remind him what was passed onto me
Your mum don't sleep!
And the friends you keep!
I didn't raise a thief!
I didn't raise a thief!
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're walking on the door of your home
My thinking isn't driven
But the music always gives me a lift
I'm so easy to please, yeah
But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen, oh no!
Oh periscope up
Should be looking for a ladder
I need to see the commander in chief
And remind him what was passed onto YOU AND me
Your mum don't sleep!
And the friends you keep!
I didn't raise a thief!
I didn't raise a thief!
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
We're passing the gun from father to freckless son
We're passing the gun from father to freckless son
