Under the sun look what we have got
And those who haven’t -- bad luck
We’ve [bad word] ’round pushing the shopping cart
January 2012, even in the suburbs of Rome

brick in a castle, a camp for those on [bad word] 
Dance as weapons!
Release my--

--eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Some other kid is sucking on my thumb
Eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Another kid needs to suck on my thumb

Under the sun picking piles of 
flowers for the flowers’ pot -- it’s all that I’ve got
On my doorstep a screaming hand
I’m telling you stories, [bad word] me

Rewrite history to suit our needs
Open my country!
tooth for an--

--eye-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Some other kid is sucking on my thumb
Eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Another kid needs to suck on my thumb

Border’s lies; the idea of what’s mine; a strange desire
Drawing lines with [bad word]  bring the fuel to the fire!