For 24 on the Ivory Coast, relieved soldiers from their post, And gave champagne, for a toast, To pay to the country's host. They say, Tonight, you can leave home, But tomorrow, it's be the way of the gun, And the curfew, won't you to roam, roam, roam, And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes your door.... Who is the (Wooooh oh!) Who is the (Wooooh oh!) killer, (Woooooh oh!) for the trigger, (Wohhhh ohh ohh!) I'll ya down, right on sight, If out in the wrong time of night, In a civil war, no civil rights, In the day of the dead, run for life. They say, tonight, you can your home, And tomorrow, be the way of the gun, And the curfew, won't you to you roam, roam, roam, And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog 'round your door.... Who is the (Wooooh oh!) Who is the (Wooooh oh!) killer, (Woooooh oh!) for the trigger, (Wohhhh ohh ohh!) And the are dug, And the bones do shiver, The of war, so cold and bitter, And the human race is the of the killer, And the cost of life is considered. They say, tonight, you can leave home, But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's be the way of the gun, And the curfew, won't you to roam, roam, roam, And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes your door.... Who is the (Wooooh oh!) Who is the (Wooooh oh!) killer, (Woooooh oh!) for the trigger, (Wohhhh ohh ohh!)