Tekster: Willy Mason. Where the Humans Eat. Our Town.

Is that a guitar or a machine gun?
Don?t make me take it away
You know I think you are a bad one
I can tell by your face

Get down on the ground now
Don?t make me do this the hard way
You?re just a shadow in the back seat now
As they drive you away

And couldn?t you see
This is no place to be
At the wrong time

You know you?re not
The only one here looking for some
At the wrong time

And just that look in your eyes
You?re just not quite uptight
Enough for our town

And now don?t try to fight
'Cause we know that we?re right
In our town, our town

And it?s just you behind the bars now
Staring into space
There?s time to think about each sound
And it?s effect on your face

Time to move you to the big cell
You?re all in this together now
This is where the really big deals go down
Just like in the street behind the White House

It?s easy to see
This is no place to be
At the wrong time

And there?s a feeling in here
That spreads like a disease
That it?s the wrong time

Just got to look in our eyes
And it?ll make you uptight
In our town

And now the more that you fight
The more we know that we?re right
In our town, our town

Now don?t you worry about your dinner, son
That?s about the last thing on my mind
You know it ain?t gonna be a pretty one
What did you expect to find?

I?ve got some white bread
Some cheese spread
And some mayonnaise

I?ve got some white bread
Some cheese spread
And some mayonnaise

The judge can?t see you quite yet
This has been a busy week for us
Friday was a big bust
We?re just trying to clean these streets up

Couldn?t you see
That?s just no place to be
At the wrong time

I think you mother
Should have never let you out
At the wrong time

We caught you looking at us
And we?re gonna bust you up
In our town

And you know everybody?s
Gonna watch you go straight down
In our town, our town