Wanna prey on human misery Wanna 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 wanna go where it's dangerous to travel I wanna 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 wanna meet my maker I wanna live in heaven Leave all my sins behind And get a little peace of mind
I wanna meet my maker I wanna 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 TVs