When they've got too many guns My son, you've got to run When you've stopped feeling guilt You'll know the time has come The pebble to Goliath Has become obsolete It'd take a thousand slings Just to knock him off his feet Left, right, center, c'mon now Left, right, center, c'mon You would be a martyr If you only had a cause So many dead now that there's No one left to lean on When you're backed up to the wall C'mon and listen to my call Your sins brought you here Six feet's how far you'll fall Pick a place, the perfect place The place they'll least expect The jaws of Hell are open wide But they don't have you yet