Don’t you know?… baby fell hard
He fell ‘tween the stars and the cars on Grant St.
And ain’t you heard?… baby got burned
Cause Judas got turned by the hissing tongues of Rome
And it’s hard to roam
But it’s so much harder to come home
When their hearts are hardened to cut stone
They’re hardly alone
Did you hear?… baby’s a queer
Those are your words my dear
Naked fear exposed
Ah, but can’t you feel there’s a change in the deal
How can it be real that you can’t bear the thought of a public place?
Would it feel like a punch in the face?
Would you wanna set fire to this place?
Don’t you know.. if baby falls hard
You’ll live with a scar though you can’t see it
Will you catch that scent
The Twentieth Century’s spent
It’s all so irrelevant with the future comin’ on
Like a fire alarm
Five minutes before the dawn
Move on with your life or brother just move the fuck on
Last things first
Well maybe it’s worse
To live with the curse
Of your blind eyes
And first things last
Since you’ve been such an ass
Is it too much to ask
That you simply apologize?