Bombs and money, and a death wish,
I don't need your inspiration,
I love you honey but you're bound to vanish, in some fiery desperation.

Slide down; you're sliding down a flagpole to the devil in hell,
Some kinda gloryhound who loves those demagogue hucksters, and their wishing wells.

I'm seeing blood red letters on black armbands,
I won't hide from the mobs derision,
Feeding hollow point bullets to a hungry man,
You got him praying for the cataclysm,
Another gloryhound.

You smuggle guns and bibles in a satellite dish,
Can't stop you at the customs station,
Beware the full metal hook inside the miracle fish,
A neo-gospel for the hungry nations.

Strap down; secure the weekend warrior to his T.V. seat,
Some kinda gloryhound; a flak jacket yuppie in a camouflage jeep,
He's a gloryhound,
Some kinda gloryhound.

Slide down; you're sliding down a flagpole to the devil in hell,
Some kinda gloryhound who loves those demagogue hucksters, and their wishing wells.

Ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh,
(shine the light on me, shine the light on me, shine the light on)
Ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh.