[Originally by Bob Dylan]

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man

Down these streets the fools rule
There's no freedom or self respect,
A knife's point or a trip to the joint
Is about all you can expect

They kill people here who stand up for their rights,
The system's just too damned corrupt
It's always the same, the name of the game
Is who do you know higher up

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man

The blacks and the whites,
The idiotic, the exotic,
Wealth is a filthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American flag

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb,
Turning children into punks and slaves
Whose heroes and healers are rich drug dealers
Who should be put in their graves

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man

Listen to me Mr Pussyman
This might be your last night in a bed so soft
We're not pimps on the make, politicians on the take,
You can't pay us off

We're gonna blow up your home of Voodoo
And watch it burn without any regret
We got the power we're the new government,
You just don't know it yet

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man

For all of my brothers from Vietnam
And my uncles from World War II,
I'd like to say that it's countdown time now
And we're gonna do what the law should do

And for you pretty baby,
I know you've seen it all
I know your story is too painful to share
One day though you'll be talking in your sleep
And when you do, I wanna be there

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man

It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man
It's hell time man