(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)

Sweet child in time
You'll see the line
The line that's drawn between
The good and the bad
See the blind man
Shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you've been bad,
Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit
By flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
And bow your head
And wait for the ricochet