Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.
Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach
But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.
Black is the Color and none is the number
Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.