My sin, my sin
Is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm going where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, wild people living
So long alone, close to the bone

They kill the messenger
They kill the taxman waiting in line
They kill the passenger
Where the train and taxi collide

A holiday has come
My mind has escaped into hiding
I've shot away my life
Out where the wild people riding

Out where the wild, the wild people riding
So long alone, close to the bone

Mama Mama Ma please
Please don't kill the messenger man
Mama Mama Ma please
Please don't kill the passenger man

Saturday I'm sick
I’m sick with a virus descending
Burn Sunday to the quick
To the quick with a match on a mile-long stick

My sin, my sin
Is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm going where the wild people living

Gone where the wild, wild people living
So long alone, close to the bone

Mama Mama Ma please
Please don't kill the messenger man
Mama Mama Ma please
Please don't kill the passenger man