How Many Roads Must A Man Walk

But Now We Got Weapons Of The Chemical Dust If Fire Them We're Forced To Then Fire Them We Must One Push Of The Button And A Shot The World Wide And You Never Ask Questions When God's On Your Side

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.

Death To Me Means Nothing As Long As I Can Die Fast.

The Rifleman's Stalking The Sick And The Lame, Preacherman Seeks The Same, Who'll Get There First Is Uncertain.