Want to prey on human misery

Want to be like CNN

Where westerners fear to tread

Is where my journey ends



A mercenary and a missionary

From the civilized nations

Giving food and guns

All with the best intentions



I want to go where it's dangerous to travel

I want to go where I can be free

Free from restraints, free from complaints

No sinners, no saints, no more fastfood chains



They call me a madman

But I'm not mad at anyone

I'm not mad at anyone

Evil is, believe me



Rearing its ugly head

Feeding on the impatience

Of a people that's underfed

Germs from old Germany



Are causing disease again

Vermin spreading their progeny

Resistance to intelligence

It's just like in that song



"Those boots are made for walking"

If you wait too long

It's over you they will be marching

"When they kick at your front door



How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun?"

I want to meet my maker



I want to live in heaven

Leave all my sins behind

And get a little peace of mind

I want to meet my maker



I want to live in heaven

Leave all my worries behind

And the degenerate human kind

The concept of God makes no sense



An out-of-life experience

Free at last to do what I please

In heaven there are no T.Vs

Writer : MAC DERMOT, GALT/RADO, JAMES/RAGNI, GEROME
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing