They rode across the desert On a windy afternoon Their souls belonged to Satan Their lust to the moon Hate and greed spurred their need They spared no one at all No give and take It was push and shove And may the best man crawl
Ride pony ride You heard them call And off in the distance Another town would fall Nothing ever changed Nothing ever stopped Until they slammed the door People had to stand Gotta make a plan We ain't takin' this no more
They're standing at the corner On the darker side of town Preaching wealth and glory Their urge is so profound They terrify the mother's heart Destroying all they see They touch and grab And twist the truth To plant their deadly seed
Hey man, I got the stuff You hear the dealer call And off in the distance Another child will fall Nothing ever stopped Nothing ever changed Unless we slam the door People got to stand And make a plan We ain't takin' this no more
Hey man, I got the stuff You hear the dealer call And off in the distance Another child will fall Nothing's going to change Nothing's going to stop Until we slam the door People got to stand Gotta make a plan We ain't takin' this no more
