I was on grand street when i heard a woman cry

Turned to see a young boy with his head held high

He was screaming abuse at everything and nothing

Wasn't more than seventeen years old

Waving a pistol, blew himself to heaven

I guess he just exploded out of control



Minding my own business

Playing social snakes and ladders

There's a knock on my door

The military mad-hatter

He says someone pressed a button

Only got about 8 minutes

To get myself and my family into some underground hole

Where we can sit and play twenty questions

Whilst our leaders invent answers

It seems the whole world just exploded out of control!



You sit on your side

And i'll sit on mine

Used to have such grand plans

Now we can't afford the time

It may seem pretty arrogant

But words may be heart fire



Deep inside i'm freezing cold

Sorry that i beat you

Sorry that i screamed

For a moment there i really lost control


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