Between the dead ring ash
of extreme defence
The lonely groups of company boys

Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs
and toothy grins
These are children riding naked

on their tourist pals

While the hollows that pass for eyes

swell from withdrawal
And he lies on a mattress
in a rat infested room


Talking 'bout his family
and the cold back home



CHORUS

Between the dull cold eyes
and the mind unstable
None over here reads the papers

pal
'tween the dull cold eyes
and the mind unstable

He's a clean trick
and he's shopping for girls


A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard

Cranking up the volume

of a Michael Jackson song

CHORUS


Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word

that breaks his stare

He grunts his reply

in a garrulous croak
"That's a mighty big word
for a nine year old"


CHORUS


Shopping for girls, shopping for girls

You gaze down into her eyes for a million miles

You wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll