I`m just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun
Now i`m to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind
`Cuz i`m in a world of marching soldiers and who am i?!
Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away
With three little colours lying in the gutter
they`re lying in the heart
they`re still aching from my dream