Light breaks the horizon as I lean against this wall 
Sunshine wakes the energy from deep within the soil 
Once again tomorrow rises from the factory floor 
In the open hand now is the key to every door 

Voices raise demending for is right for what is might 
Knowing that the children before let they have to fight 
By the wall a boy steps out, another cigarette 
Morning in the city's unwilling to start yet 

On Tobacco road the lucky boys are singing 
But the victims can not show us this humorous day
 
Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall 
On Tobacco road his dream will never ever fall 
Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall 
On Tobacco road his dream will never ever fall 

I remember when I saw a kite saw through the sky 
Ask my father if he'd catch that pretty butterfly 
Looking in his eyes I saw it was a world away 
People on Tobacco road may look but they can't play 

 [bad word] so slowly like a whisper from the deep 
All along Tobacco road the time [bad word] for sleep 
Shadows hide the boy as sunset steals away the light 
If it takes forever one day he will have that kite 

Tobacco road and the lucky boys are singing 
But the victims have no chance to see us today 

Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall 
On Tobacco road his dream will never ever fall 
Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall 
On Tobacco road his dream will never ever fall 

Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall 
On Tobacco road his dream will never ever fall 
Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall 
On Tobacco road his dream will never fall