Bombs and money
And a death wish
I don't need your inspiration
I love you honey
But your bound to vanish
In some fiery desperation
Slide down, you're sliding down a falgpole
To the devil in hell
Some kinka gloryhound
Who loves those demagogue
Hicksters
And their wishing wells
I'm seeing blood red letters
On black armbands
I won't hide from the mob's derision
Feeding hollow point bullets
To a hungry man
You got him prayin' for the cataclysm
Another gloryhound
You smuggle guns and bibles in a satellite dish
Can't stop you at the customs station
Beware the full metal hook inside the miracle fish
A neo-gospel for the hungry nations
Strap down, secure the weekend warrior
To his tv seat
Some kinda gloryhound
A flack jacket yuppie in a camouflage jeep
He's a gloryhound
He's a gloryhound
Writer(s): Chandler, Irving Taylor, Flesch
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