Lyrics:

An acid-bath for sloganeers
Who have sent their lambs to the slaughter
Never mindful of wayward kin
Who would sell their souls for a quarter
I've been on the other side

In the darkness, the gunshots echo
And wine won't stifle their bastard pride
Torches burning, their numbers growing
With ill-intent as they prowl the night
I've been on the other side

Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town

Call the man who will lead the clan
An avenging angel, unhallowed tone
Baron Samedi as only saviour
Disturbed from slumber to walk alone
I've been on the other side

Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town
Walking sick sick
They walking the town