3rd Of June lyrics

This is the 3rd of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck
like boxer`s towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it

Who`s that, what`s that, what do you mean
I`ll never know where I lost my dream
Who`s that, what`s that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game

No looking to the right
No looking to the left
Lenny is a target and always on track
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Ruins of a child`s old fantasy
Ruins of a child was
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route

Who`s that, what`s that, what do you mean
I`ll never know when I lost my dream
Who`s that, what`s that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game

Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face
Took off his jacket
Put it on the pavement
Stepped on it
And started preaching like a monk from another world
After some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
Like rolling gloom
And Mr. Toomy throws his voice `til he was the only one in the area
At this early night of June 3rd, 1988

Who`s that, what`s that, what do you mean
I`ll never know when I lost my dream
Who`s that, what`s that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game