Sweet child in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit, oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, oh, and bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh, I wanna hear you sing
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh
Ooh,ooh,ooh, I wanna hear you sing
Oh,oh,oh
Oh,oh,oh
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
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