He's got a one way ticket and his bloody knife He's sick and dirty but still alive He shows no remorse lookin at the crossing rails Hammerin down, hammerin down the nails God is great, God is good Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood With a riffle at hand, we live in peace They all pray on their knees As the train was rollin down the beaten tracks She sat across him and got on his lap He could not stand the stench of her perfume So he choked her, he choked her in the fumes God is great, God is good Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood With a riffle at hand, we live in peace They all pray on their knees He put six silver bullets in his '45 Got out at Clarksdale to catch him alive He passed six black men swayin in the breeze Hangin down, hangin down the trees God is great, God is good Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood With a riffle at hand, we live in peace They all pray on their knees God is great, God is good Shouts the whole damn neighbourhood With a riffle at hand, we rest in peace They all pray on their knees