GBH - Hit The Deck lyrics

Cruising down the highway indianapolis bound
The sun is out, shades are on
But the gig still can't be found
As we gaze out of the window
See fields and barns float up
A psycho in a beat up Chevy
Got us in his evil eye
Hit the deck, hit the deck
The gun I fear, not the redneck
He tried to run us off the road
'cos we broke his law
It's hard to say what gun he had
I was lying on the floor
Terror reigned, no need to panic
Whizz Pig's at the wheel!
Stops the van in front of him
Goes and strikes a deal
I'm just a poor boy, a long way from home
Don't wanna' die here, I'm all alone
If I ever get out of this place
Get out of this jam go home and die on
The sanctuary of Birmingham
This crazy with a baseball cap
Has been working in a foreign land
Learned to live in the jungle
Learned to kill with his bare hands
Bringing his skills back to civilisation
Running to the police
Mister I abhor your kind
An' I ain't no goddam freak!