The Fury Of A Patient Man

GOD BLESS THE WORKING MAN, WEARS HIS HEART RIGHT ON HIS SLEEVE
HANDS TIED AND OSTRACISED, A MAN THAT NEVER LIED YET HE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE
GOD BLESS THE COMMON MAN, THE NOBLE SALT OF THIS EARTH
CONFINED AND REDEFINED, BUT HE'S STILL REFINED AND IN COMPLETE CONTROL OF HIS WORTH

STAND BACK
BECAUSE THE FUSE IS LIT
IN THE FLAMES OF RAGE
PROMETHEUS IN THE PIT

GOD BLESS THE HONEST MAN, A STRAIGHT SHOOTER IN A WORLD OF LIES
WELCOME TO THUNDERDOME, IT'S A BROKEN HOME AND NOW WE'RE STARTING TO REALISE
GOD LOVES A TRYING MAN, OR SO THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN TOLD
HUNTERS BECOME THE PREY, EVERY PASSING DAY AND WE'RE OUT HERE GROWING OLD

STAND BACK
BECAUSE THE FUSE IS LIT
IN THE FLAMES OF RAGE
PROMETHEUS IN THE PIT

BEFORE JUDGE AND JURY
WE HAVE TAKEN ALL THAT WE CAN
HELL HATH NO FURY
LIKE THE FURY OF A PATIENT MAN

BEFORE JUDGE AND JURY
WE HAVE TAKEN ALL THAT WE CAN
HELL HATH NO FURY
LIKE THE FURY OF A PATIENT MAN"