I don´t want to run I don´t want to stay
Cos everything that´s near and dear is old and in decay
Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on
Time to take a stand

Redneck wonderland
Got you in my sights, spotlit by the fence
If your small you´re faking, it´s just common sense
Brick and tile for miles, rolling in the aisles
Rifle in my hand
Redneck wonderland
Well the streets are clean, nothing gets away
I can see the beauty treatment draining from your face
It is vision free, it´s poor bugger me
Something less than grand
Redneck wonderland