While you're strolling down the fairway  Showing no remorse.  Glowing from the poisons  They've sprayed on your golf course  While you're busy sinking birdies,  And keeping your scorecard,  The devil's been busy in your back yard.  Steaming down the highway,  with your trucks of toxic waste,  Where you gonna hide it  In the outer space?  You don't know what you're doing  Or what you have to guard  The devil's been busy in your back yard.  Sometimes you think you're crazy  But you know you're only mad.  Sometimes your better off not knowing  How much you've been had.  You see your second cousin  Wasted in a fight.  You say he had it coming,  You couldn't do it right.  You're in a western movie, playing the part  The devil's been busy in your back yard.  (solo)  Sometimes they say you're wicked  But you know that can't be bad.  Sometimes you're better off not knowing  It'll only make you sad.  They're coming down picadilly  Dripping at the dash  Wasting sticky willy  Covering him with their cash.  They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard  The devil's been busy in your back yard.  _______