Old man, don't tell me what you did in your day
  I got problems of my own on the way
  Look you now, where the locusts abound
  Pray they don't feed on your sacred ground
    Vibrations, are burning my hands
  Slowly walking, stalking through these crazy lands
  Defending the need , with a silent scream
  For another time, for another dream
    Jack boots, hi-jacks
  Ray guns and spray guns
  We got them all for free
  Look to the stars for consolation
  It could be there lookin' at me
  Send me down a simple solution
  Send me down a simple solution now
  
  No cheap-o, clean-o, is gonna wash away my blues
  I need a good friend that's gonna give me some clues
  The one on the cross, he almost had it boss
  He was really spreading the news
  Ah, but the destruct mutt, he's back in business
  He ain't about to lose
    Jackboots, hi-jacks
  Ray guns and spray guns
  We got them all for free
  Look to the stars for consolation
  It could be there lookin' at me
  It could be there lookin' at me
  Send me down a simple solution
  Send me down a simple solution now
    And the price-for life
  Is one more run on that chicken wire
  As the hero returns
  With eyes of fire
  To another man to man, so damn you man!
    Old man don't tell me what you did in your day
  I got problems of my own on the way
  So look you now, where the locusts abound
  Prat they don't feed on your sacred ground.
    chorus:
    (Cleminson)
  copyright 1978 Nazsongs/Panache Music ltd.
  international copyright secured. all rights reserved
  1979 A&M Records, inc.