LYRIC

The crack in the wall is spinning in a post war whirlpool
I'm to slow; it cuts me to the quick
Who am I, scoot 'n' trifle
In a steamboat's wet box
Now I know the reason that I am sinking
I am alive and I wonder how
If looks could kill, they'd be rotten by now
Born to roam with a tv in
It comes alive and shows me an idiot grin

? Blossing? Information, at recruiting centres
Round up boys, for their idea of fun
Weapons, need to exercise my index finger
Scratching on the trigger of a gun
I could run or get blown away when nothing's fair
We're into warfare today
My superior waves me in
He clicks his heals and shows me an idiot grin

I am alive and I wonder how
If looks could kill, I'd be rotten by now
Born to roam with a tv in
It comes alive and shows me an idiot grin
I'm lying for someone else to bark the question
I could pose and show it to the door
I could manage to extend my lease on life
In no-man's land, but I've been there before
On and fighting, you metal head
A steal brace skirt and stockings instead
I will believe my next of kin
Would slap my back and show me an idiot grin

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