IN THE HIT OF THE MORNING SHE PULLS HER GUN, IN THE HIT OF THE MORNING, I SAY A PRAYER FOR WHAT MAY COME.

IT'S ALL IN THE NAME OF GOD AND LOVE.,
IN THE HIT OF THE MORNING THE BULLET COME OUT.
GET UP, GET DOWN, BLOOD ON THE ROAD, RADIO SOUND.

MY LOVE IS ON A STRANGE MODE.
HANG ON, BLOOD ON THE ROAD, RADIO SOUND,
STRANGERS IN PARADISE.
OH, OH NO,
ANOTHER BULLET GOING STRAIGHT TO MY EYES.
NAKED VISION.