to begin with there were bibles round themncripples toonso your upbringing don't fit your style nso you lock yourself up in your room with things to donhoping it will go away in a whilenstill you're acting as if everything is nfine fine finenyou're the spoiled white kid with clenched white teethnwhile the ? and nationalists will let you downnthere are still so many more out there to meet nif you walk a bit further than the streetnnin the big city the neon lights and urban folklore ninvites the hunchbacks to participatenif you studied the language and the market place ntook up took down took what to buy and sell nand you have a firm opinion you're always nright right rightnstill the doors just right in front of you nand your nose starts to bleed and you have to lie downnits amazing what you can do if your ? act it out for younnand you hide in the church yard by the family grave none more lost soul left to savenbut you cant make up your mind how to stand yourself nwhen your heritage is cute not bravenand the loved ones are the lonely ones and they get cold nand your image building is your soul nand you dig and you dig and you rock and rollnand the judge transports you out of the court nyou'll have to ? ?nnif you wise up and get phony like a common clown nyou might build up the courage to settle down nand you carry all these tombstones round nas if there were a treasure nwhen they're just a fiction of your mind nif you take a look around its all fine fine finenand its nothing you can do bout it nthere are drug cases and basket cases and refugees from war nand its obvious you're neither of them nso i guess you have to live through itnnand i know your eyes ? when we're apart nyou're so true to me how come you are nin the middle of my supper, in the middle of my shitncome to think of it i've reached quite far nif you reach out for a falling star its never there ncause its deadly as the rest of usnbut i reach out for your fingertips and i stop to breathe nand i know i'm not hoping no more ncause i got all that i could hope fornnlike a riddle you've been blessed with to figure out nwhen you have to practice hard to learn nbut the learning is to pleasure nand the knowledge is just griefni'm ready for to turn turn turn ncome rain or come shine let me have a piece nof that fat cake on displaynwhen i swallow it all let me have some more nlet me lick up the crumbs on the floor nand i swear i wont weep anymore ncause this isnthis is nthis is what i came for