The Wild People

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
Wild people living
So long alone
Close to the bone

They kill the messenger

They kill the taxman waiting in line
They kill the passenger
Where the train and taxi collide
A holiday has come

My mind has escaped into hiding
I've shot away my life
Out where the wild people riding
Out where the wild
The wild people riding

So long alone
Close to the bone

Mama mama ma please
Please don't kill the messenger man
Mama mama ma please
Please don't kill the passenger man
Saturday I'm sick
I'm sick with a virus descending
Burn sunday to the quick
To the quick with a match on a mile long 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
Wild people living
So long alone
Close to the bone

Mama mama ma please
Please don't kill the messenger man
Mama mama ma please
Please don't kill the passenger man