So is there really something great?
Do you remember the things you said you'd send
Well I guess they never came anyway
And I'm sure you never cared anyway
Take my head and a hand
Smash me against the wall
Numerous times I think I've wandered
The black and stony hills
Are they really ours to decide when I return will I?
I've been trying to picture me with you
And there's a very strange wall
Built into the side of a hill
And it looks just like a sign or a clue
For somebody else
Its a signal to deliver
The final [bad word] blow