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: Looking out the window I see the red dust clear High up on the red rock Stands the shadow with the spear The land here is strong Strong beneath my

: Shock the monkey to life Shock the monkey to life Cover me when I run Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out' the trees Now I'm on my

: The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people - I like it all so much Such a mass of motion - do not know where it

: I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things

: I got no means to show identification I got no papers show you what I am You'll have to take me just the way that you find me What's gone is gone and

: It's only water In a stranger's tear Looks are deceptive But distinctions are clear A foreign body And a foreign mind Never welcome In the land of

: The streets are lined with camera crews Everywhere he goes is news Today is different Today is not the same Today I make the action Take snapshot into

: Built in the belly of junk by the river, my cabin stands; Made from the trash I dug off the heap with my own bare hands. Every night I'm back at the

: Saturday is shopping day and I drive my car but there's no place to park it, No respect for supermen in the supermarket. I guess there must be trouble