Here comes a king 'sleaze', carrying old disease
To the town where you're born to the town where you breathe
He talks a big win he wants you join in
And all the junkies lined up for his dose of gasoline

I'm not gonna listen to your fairy tales of the past
I'm not gonna listen to you blaming all on the west
I'm not gonna seek around for your glory day
I'm gonna test my dance out on green grass over your grave

Shoot him down, shoot 'em down

Here comes that dicktator, burned his home later
Now he’s there in your yard he wants to see what you've got
With all his scary toys, he leaves your brother no choice
While all the monkeys on there kneel before his black Rolls-Royce

I'm not gonna listen to your fairy tales of the past
I'm not gonna listen to you blaming all on the west
I'm not gonna seek around for your glory day
I'm gonna test my dance out on a green grass over your grave

(Call his mama to take him home, little boy seems so alone)

Jingo boy knocks at your door
Jingo boy comes with a sore
Jingo boy knocks at your door
Jingo boy comes with the war

My heart is moaning with the southern wind
My mind is groaning they let him in
My heart is drowning on the Black Sea hole
My soul is crawling for the tribal call