Who will speak for the bad guys?
Who will raise their voices?
It is always about cowboys
And Indians with no horses
There they come! Urban red skinned!
Don't you look inside their eyes
You will be devoured by sin!
One day you'll realize
There are always more of them
It doesn't matter how hard you try
They reach your high-tech Den!
Who will speak for the bad guys?
Who will watch them at mid-night?
Who will make sure they sleep tight?
Who will tell them that they can fly?