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