Lyrics
Twenty-five on the left side
Sixty-six on the right side
You see the whites of their eyes
But don't pull out your gun until
You see the whites of their eyes
But they're your sisters and your brothers
Your set of favorite friends
Well I hate to be a bother
But there's a candle in your hand
And it's burning at both ends
You see the whites of their eyes
Whoa-oh, you see the whites of their eyes
Whoa-oh, you see the whites of their eyes
Not too far away on the hillside
You see the whites of their eyes
Oh the whites of their eyes
Yeah, you see the whites of their eyes
Not too far away on the hillside
Up on 53rd and 2nd
Pulling back on your heels
Oh, you're not looking for a lesson
But it's about to jump out of left field
But they're coming on their horses
Heading South for the night
Setting up their armed forces
Got a horizon of little white lights
Whoa-oh
You see the whites of their eyes
Whoa-oh, you see the whites of their eyes
Whoa-oh, you see the whites of their eyes
Not too far away on the hillside
You see the whites of their eyes
Whoa-oh, you see the whites of their eyes
Whoa-oh, you see the whites of their eyes
Not too far away on the hillside