Under the sun look what we have got
And those who haven’t -- bad luck
We’ve been running ’round pushing the shopping cart
January 2012, even in the suburbs of Rome
A brick in a castle, a camp for those on the run
Dance as weapons!
Release my--
--eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Some other kid is sucking on my thumb
Eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Another kid needs to suck on my thumb
Under the sun picking piles of
flowers for the flowers’ pot -- it’s all that I’ve got
On my doorstep a screaming hand
I’m telling you stories, trust me
Rewrite history to suit our needs
Open my country!
A tooth for an--
--eye-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Some other kid is sucking on my thumb
Eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes: tell me you
Another kid needs to suck on my thumb
Border’s lies; the idea of what’s mine; a strange desire
Drawing lines with a ruler; bring the fuel to the fire!