My mumma always told me.
Be a good boy son
Be a good boy, and never play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

And that turned out to be me
With no money or no fun
The lord took my eyeballs
and he took my pride.

The black thorn in the rose bush
Crying tears of blood
Homing in on such a scale
To end the summer of love

And I shot a man in Reno
And he turned out to me
Holding out for all who be
Come on through and fall on me

You will be my saviour today!
Amen to the sweet parade...