I think that you are old
And you think that I'm too young
Say to just do what I'm told
You think that I am dumb
Face down in old town
With a thumb on his gun
White lies aren't scrutinized
By the man up above
It won't take too long to just be used here
It'll take an hour to belong
Just do what I'm told; he makes that clear
He says, "Just do no wrong"
Drove down to Texaco
To fill up his load
He left for Mexico
Just to empty his soul
Face down in old town
With a thumb on his gun
White lies aren't scrutinized
By the man up above