Sweet child in time, you'll see the line; The line that's drawn between the good and the bad. See the blind man- he's 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, you've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes. O-oh,you'd better bow your head. Waiting for the ricochet.