Old man, don't tell me what you did in your day I got problems of my own on the way Look you now, where the locusts abound Pray they don't feed on your sacred ground Vibrations, are burning my hands Slowly walking, stalking through these crazy lands Defending the need , with a silent scream For another time, for another dream Jack boots, hi-jacks Ray guns and spray guns We got them all for free Look to the stars for consolation It could be there lookin' at me Send me down a simple solution Send me down a simple solution now No cheap-o, clean-o, is gonna wash away my blues I need a good friend that's gonna give me some clues The one on the cross, he almost had it boss He was really spreading the news Ah, but the destruct mutt, he's back in business He ain't about to lose Jackboots, hi-jacks Ray guns and spray guns We got them all for free Look to the stars for consolation It could be there lookin' at me It could be there lookin' at me Send me down a simple solution Send me down a simple solution now And the price-for life Is one more run on that chicken wire As the hero returns With eyes of fire To another man to man, so damn you man! Old man don't tell me what you did in your day I got problems of my own on the way So look you now, where the locusts abound Prat they don't feed on your sacred ground. chorus: (Cleminson) copyright 1978 Nazsongs/Panache Music ltd. international copyright secured. all rights reserved 1979 A&M Records, inc.