Hey now my rednClouds're rolling innTo catalogue and number every stone cold dreamnAnd I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the starsnI've seen angels in the shooting galleriesnAnd heroes in the barsnnI've seen a death warrant out on the moonnI saw what happened when the prophet spoke too soonnAnd I heard the radio sneeze into the eveningnAnd all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the sleepingnnI've seen the cover up of cold hard factsnBurning acid holes in the magazine racksnI saw Jenny have a baby in the streetnWhere they're playing blindman's bluff between the dying and the concretennI've seen a paper corpse holing up a doorwaynI heard the lonely voices singing, Yeah, I did it your waynAnd I held the future up to a looking glassnIt bears a striking resemblancenTo the embers of the pastnnI've seen the chorus girls the ribbon and the rotnSeen electoral debates on the glass-rim of a whiskey shotnAnd I caught the glimmer in a hurricane's eyenI’ve seen these AK-47's with their noses to the skynnI smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchidsnI've got promises tattooed on the insides of my eyelidsnAnd I'll be watching when the Richter reaches 10nI bled by these weapons babe and now I'm one of them