Hit the Deck - G.B.H.

Cruising down the highway

Indianapolis bound

The sun is out, shades are on

But the gig still can’t be found

As we gaze out of the window

See fields and barns float up

A psycho in a beat up Chevy

Got us in his evil eye

Hit the deck, hit the deck

The gun I fear, not the redneck

He tried to run us off the road

'cos we broke his law

It’s hard to say what gun he had

I was lying on the floor

Terror reigned, no need to panic

Whizz Pig’s at the wheel !

Stops the van in front of him

Goes and strikes a deal

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I’m just a poor boy, a long way from home

Don’t wanna' die here, I’m all alone

If I ever get out of this place, get out of this jam

Go home and die on the sanctuary of Birmingham

This crazy with a baseball cap

Has been working in a foreign land

Learned to live in the jungle

Learned to kill with his bare hands

Bringing his skills back to civilisation

Running to the police

Mister I abhor your kind.

An' I ain’t no goddam freak !