Man, I never slept so hard 
I never dreamt so well 
Dreaming, I was safe in life 
Like mussels in a shells 
Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives 
Fill thier dreams with big fast cars 
Fill thier heads with sand 
Holy white we'll paint the town 
The colour of our flag 
Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man ? 
Standing on the corner of the third world 
Hungry men will close their minds 
Ideas are not their food 
Notions fall on stony ground 
Where passions are subdued 
Colour all the madness for the madness is the thorn that's in our side 
Standing on the corner of the third world 
When we gonna learn ? 
Who we gonna turn to ? 
The promises they make 
The call for attention 
Compassion is the fashion 
Free to earn, our pockets burn 
We buy for love 
Die for love 
Hold me I'm crying 
Hold me I'm dying