Tell me are you on the run
I can see that you must be a Believer
Tell me do you have a gun
You know you got me whined up in a fever

Tell me are you of the sun
Have you made your peace with the Rain Dancer
I am seeing the Chosen One
And he told me that I might be the answer

Close your eyes you can make more money
Close your eyes you can hear him coming
Their coming
You better be running
Cause their coming
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Their coming
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

You must be a Believer
You must be a Believer
You must be a Believer
You must be a Believer