Coming down your road
At the speed of light
Is a show
If you will
Poison on their hands
Speaks near to the wild of time
Like triumphant lies
It must be forever
That a drag is a lie in the eye
Of never again
So swim along little 'un
They'll poach your eyes no more
While were around
We'll be running the law
From the back of our hands
And the scriptures in the sands