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, (oh) Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit, oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
O-oh, bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Oo-oo-oo
2018.10.29