The yellow sun,
Well it took the hand,
Of a country boy,
To a city in a far off land.

We made no mark,
No shadow at all,
On the ancient holy streets,
Where I learned to crawl.

Looking at the [bad word] 
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle, untangle me,
Leave me on the floor

Rhymes they sprang in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Now I'm 25,
I'm trying to stay alive,
In a corner of the world,
With no clear enemies to fight.

It's hot as [bad word] 
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world,
That can fight a ghost.

Looking at the [bad word] 
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words would land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
Knocking on the door.

Rhymes began in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Ooooo-oooo-ooooooo--oooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo

(ALL [bad word] 
the silence in the foreground
the sky stretched
the stench over everyone
listen to the tanks
the shots

At 21,
I was born a son,
And on that day I knew,
I could kill.

To protect the ones,
Who put bullets in guns,
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.