Whites of Their Eyes Lyrics

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 . . .