He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause or thought
To ease the hurt inside him

They placed the barrel at his head
Raging blind and rising
Cursed by saints and all the rest
He can't stand up for trying

Shot through with anger and desire
A mouth to feed, a room for hire
He drinks 'goodbyes' the bottle dry
Brutalised but smiling

Causing casualties by the hour
Outweighed by stars and firepower

Causing casualties by the hour
Waylaid by stars and firepower

He beats the door and breaks the lock
Afraid to sleep he won't let up
No room for silence, pause or thought
To ease the hurt inside him