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!