In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn Offer him a blindfold, one last bit of song No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls And running into walls
He was just a baby, a little less than small Already up and running as if to hear a call Just a little human child, barely broken from the wild And running Into walls
Now you get an education, learn the rules of the game Money and salvation, don't we know its all the same Along comes another human child Feeling hungry, feeling wild And running into walls
Some of us are lucky, we’re born on the good side of the line But everyone wants that candy, for some it's harder to resign Along comes a human child, mad and hungry going wild And running into walls
He found himself a gun, power for the kill Power in the blood, this is not for fun Just a little human child Barely broken from the wild And running into walls
In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls And running into walls