Whites of Their Eyes
(Sullivan/Heaton)
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond,
hauled into position as the prodigal son, I was not Abel - I was a Cain;
the kind you find a use for every now and again.
I can't abide what things have become,
they think that you're simple, they think that I'm dumb . . .
You want to know one thing I advise?
Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes.
They'll come to you in the perfect disguise
clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise . . .
shoot when you see the whites - the whites of their eyes.
The wolfchild smiles in the shallowest dreams
and you don't know just what it means . . .
Hey diddle diddle, what on earth can it be?
You ain't going to get any answers from me . . .