My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, the wild people living
Some of them know close to the bone

They kill the messenger, they kill the tax man waiting in line
They kill the passenger where the train and toxic alike
A holiday has come, my mind has escaped the body
I shine away my light now with the wild people riding
Gone with the wild, the wild people riding
Some of them know close to the bone

Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man
And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man

Saturday I'm sick, sick with the fire descending
Burn some day to the quick, to the quick of the match of a mouth stick
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, the wild people living
Some of them know close to the bone

Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man
And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man