Tekst :

I m a child
Of south africa
I m a child
Of vietnam.

I m a child
Of northern ireland
I m a small boy
With blood on his hands.

Yes, i m a child
Of the universe
Yes, i m a child
Of the universe
You can see me on the t.v. every night
Always there to join in someone else s fight.

I never asked to be born
And i don t ask to die
I m an endless dream
A dream machine that
Cannot reason why.

Yes, i m a child
Of the universe
Yes, i m a child
Of the universe
You can see me on the t.v. every day
I m the child next door three thousand miles away.

Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine
I can fly higher when I m tired
My 2 hands are scorched from holding this torch
Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up
You look good on my back like a shark...

Walking strolling down
Down the gallery of memory
Pictures painted there
And it hangs on the wall
Calling out to me
Down the corridor to the left
Pilgrim walk away
Just walk away
Pilgrim beware of Vanity Fair
Pilgrim beware

The answer

Jesus Christ was a superstar
A pimpin big daddy with a Lincoln Town Car
Drove it real fast with the fly-ass hos
Playing chicken with the devil for the greatest applause

First came the question
And then came the answer
And then...

Teenage electric

Fuck me teenage i m electric
Times are hard getting so more hectic
Man your brain s square you better get with it
You can wash me down your antiseptic

Toss it away
Toss it away
Toss it away now

Buried in a magazine
And you re not even dead yet
Everything gets said
Goes straight to your head

Toss it...

Stranger

Turn Around
Turn Around and fix your eye in my direction
So there is a connection
I can t speak
I can t make a sound to somehow capture your attention
I m staring at perfection
Take a look at me so you can see
How beautiful you are

You call me a stranger
You say I m a...