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.

The broken and the bruised
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 hell,
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world,
That can fight a ghost.

The broken and the bruised
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words would land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
And lining on the door

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

Ooooo-oooo-ooooooo--oooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo

(Listening to the cries
The strangers
The silence of the foreign grave
Listening to the thunder
The sky is strange
Stretched over everyone
Listening to the tales
The child sings
That goes for days and days
Listening to the calls
Shouts, frustration

At twenty-one
I was born a son
And on that day I knew
I could kill

To protect the ones
We put bullets in guns
Or anything it takes
To take a life until it's still