Little boy born in a subway station
Mom and dad gonna put him on a train
Shot a cap gun at the United Nations
Here come the fuzz gonna carry him away
Said here come the fuzz
Get out your gun
Kick out the bedroom door
And I run through the night
Ready to die
Till you wonder why you never see me anymore
Caroline come from a good education
Twenty-two years just to whittle down a brain
Government saw her in a sweet abbreviation
Here come that little boy just to blow it all away
Said here come the fuzz
Get out your gun
Kick out the classroom door
And I run through the night
Ready to die
Till you wonder why you never see me any-
Don't you wish you could be
The salt of the sea
Not a trophy for all that has been and will be
When you're born onto stilts you don't
Stand on your feet
Handsome man like a little island nation
Bears the brand of the riddle in his brain
Can't you find just a little consolation
That's what I'm in the middle of saying
Don't you wish you could be
The salt of the sea
Not a trophy for all that has been and will be
When you're born onto stilts you don't
Stand on your feet
HUH!!
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