While you're strolling down the fairway Showing no remorse. Glowing from the poisons They've sprayed on your golf course While you're busy sinking birdies, And keeping your scorecard, The devil's been busy in your back yard.
Steaming down the highway, with your trucks of toxic waste, Where you gonna hide it In the outer space? You don't know what you're doing Or what you have to guard The devil's been busy in your back yard.
Sometimes you think you're crazy But you know you're only mad. Sometimes your better off not knowing How much you've been had.
You see your second cousin Wasted in a fight. You say he had it coming, You couldn't do it right. You're in a western movie, playing the part The devil's been busy in your back yard.
Sometimes they say you're wicked But you know that can't be bad. Sometimes you're better off not knowing It'll only make you sad.
They're coming down picadilly Dripping at the dash Wasting sticky willy Covering him with their cash. They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard The devil's been busy in your back yard.