On the death night anniversary of the king
The pretenders talking dirty in the palace
But it doesn¡Â¯t have that old familiar ring
I see there¡Â¯s been some changes in the valley
All the renegades have finally settled down
Now they worship in the temples of their rivals
And desecrate the holy heart of town
Can¡Â¯t you hear all those sweet voices singing
Takin¡Â¯ care of the chosen ones
Can¡Â¯t you hear all those mission bells ringin¡Â¯
Say a prayer for the chosen ones
I read they¡Â¯re pourin¡Â¯ oil on troubled waters
Yet they cast a giant shadow on the land
Let¡Â¯s spend another night across the border
And bury all our secrets in the sand
Now they claim there is a message in the Bible
They swear there is no master and his slave
But the future¡Â¯s lookin¡Â¯ dim for the lonesome cowboy
When the hand that rocks that cradle digs the grave
Words by Nick Smith, Music by and Joe Camilleri
