I pictured the city a little smallernI thought she'd ask my namenWe held hands by some old hookernWho held a sign a that read 'insane'nnThey talk about the bombs that blew up beirutnThey were half asleep on the beachnI count the waves that just missed menAnd write 'revolution' at my feetnnTomorrow i'll go buy a gunnAnd shoot it up at the sunnKnowing somewhere it's still nightnI'm shooting cause i'm sick of the lightnnThe women wear the gowns and start signingnA song i think ive never heardnIt's about a dead man still workingnWho only got what he deservednnCross your legsnHold your weightnCross your legs nHold your weight