I dont want to run I dont want to stay

Cos everything thats near and dear is old and in decay

Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on

Time to take a stand

Redneck wonderland

Got you in my sights, spotlit by the fence

If your small youre faking, its just common sense

Brick and tile for miles, rolling in the aisles

Rifle in my hand

Redneck wonderland

Well the streets are clean, nothing gets away

I can see the beauty treatment draining from your face

It is vision free, its poor bugger me

Something less than grand

Redneck wonderland