The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride to knock upon some doors The boy who asked for more and who hid his real fears so the people just saw... they saw him smiling They only ever saw him smiling
He breathes the air of the barber's shop The steam, smoke and cheap cologne He says, ";Old man, tell this razor blade how much you want to be left alone."; Over the mirror to the left A postcard girl with naked breasts brings us greetings from Crete to this ugly man's street just by smiling Look, she's all smiling
Yeah, she pouts and acts hot with James Bond on his yacht His arching eyebrow, his martini seed while in her village in Milan starving people stole cans and [bad] silver or the loser will bleed
In a few more years the cruel boy makes his way up to where the real power is until a bomb in his car blows him all over a wall and his comrades shake their fists We see the biggest killers of all who say they are appalled They say, ";Our rage is extreme,"; but you know what they mean Upstairs they're smiling Still scared and smiling
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Copy to Clipboard: The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride to knock upon some doors The boy who asked for more and who hid his real fears so the people just saw... they saw him smiling They only ever saw him smiling
He breathes the air of the barber's shop The steam, smoke and cheap cologne He says, ";Old man, tell this razor blade how much you want to be left alone."; Over the mirror to the left A postcard girl with naked breasts brings us greetings from Crete to this ugly man's street just by smiling Look, she's all smiling
Yeah, she pouts and acts hot with James Bond on his yacht His arching eyebrow, his martini seed while in her village in Milan starving people stole cans and [bad] silver or the loser will bleed
In a few more years the cruel boy makes his way up to where the real power is until a bomb in his car blows him all over a wall and his comrades shake their fists We see the biggest killers of all who say they are appalled They say, ";Our rage is extreme,"; but you know what they mean Upstairs they're smiling Still scared and smiling
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