A vision keeps haunting me I can't escape
I'm the Rayban man and in my mind
I see skyscrapers on a scarred landscape
In London town I'm asking for the time
Cardboard box people sleeping out on the street
I kick my shoes but the garbage clings to my feet
A lay preacher says the end is nigh
And your alien sun hurts my eyes
I see the cross turn into a swastika
In the heart of bible-belt America
I see kids hold up sweet shops with shotguns
People making money selling bodily organs
Ram raids road rage murder on the roadside
A neon sign that shines "welcome to paradise"
With no hint of irony that I can see
Come to the Bates Motel there's a vacancy
I'm only human got no room to criticize
But your alien sun hurts my eyes
I see the cross turn into a swastika
In the heart of bible-belt America
Your alien sun hurts my eyes
Eyes glazed you stumble round hypnotized
While TV preachers sell you primetime paradise
Preaching Jesus and what he should teach us
Like hammer the witches 'cause they ain't God's creatures
But I'm not looking for a sign from the divine
And these shades I choose to hide behind
Ain't so I look cool… ain't no disguise
Just your alien sun hurts my eyes
I see the cross turn into a swastika
In the heart of bible-belt America
I see the cross turn into a swastika
Just about everywhere