LYRIC

Little boy born in a subway station
Mom and dad gonna put him on a train
Shot a cap gun at the United Nations
Here come the fuzz gonna carry him away
Here come the fuzz
Get out your gun
Kick out the bedroom door
And I'll run through the night
Ready to die
'Til you wonder why you never see me anymore

Caroline come from a good education
22 years just to whittle down her brain
Government siren of sweet abbreviation
Here come that little boy just to blow it all away
He said here come the fuzz
Get out your gun
Kick out the classroom door
And I'll run through the night
Ready to die
'Till you wonder why you never see me anymore

Don't you wish you could be the salt of the sea
Not a trophy for all that has been and will be
When you're born onto stilts you don't stand on your feet

Handsome man like a little island nation
Bears the brand of the riddle in his brain
Can't you find just a little consolation?
That's what I'm in the middle of he sang

Don't you wish you could be the salt of the sea
Not a trophy for all that has been and will be
When you're born onto stilts you don't stand on your feet

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