[bad word] down around the towns along the shore
When I was sixteen and on my own
No, I couldn't tell you what the [bad word] those brakes were for
I was just trying to hear my song

Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
We'd all get in the van and play
Life became the Paradox, the Bear, the Rouge et Noir
And the stretch of [bad word] to L.A.

Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when [bad word] To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from

All the world was shining from those hills
The stars above and the lights below
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score long ago

Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when [bad word] To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from
 [bad word] for me at night
Voices of my friends
Your face bathing me in light
Hope that never ends 

Pages turning
Pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun
Better bring your own redemption when [bad word] 
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from.
Better bring your own redemption when [bad word] 
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from.