So full of hope that he can't sit still
Even in the presence of strangers
He's expecting his favorite guest
The boy with easy virtues
But when the boy arrives he's got a black eye
From the lads who plague us outside
He laughs, calls for the world to die
Then hugs and kisses it better
Tell him why do you go to extremes
And how it must show
He's half full of courage and he stumbles to work
Where they bitch about their babies
They ask him where he got his bruises
He mumbles excuses he lies and lies
He cannot allow them to finish him off
Over heated, overwrought
He refuses to die like a saint
Half believed and always deceived
Giving us grief for centuries now
Can you never rest
Beaten insulted skewered and branded
Isn't waking enough
You're breathing this fear maybe once a year
We suffocate every day