Six guns alone, an emotional avalanche
Six bottles of rum, and a kilo full of character change
I don't have to come out on my own, barricade
I walked into the line of fire and took it on the chin again
And I can't find my medication or my occupation
And please don't show me the things I should see
In the finger paint I've been dabbling
With the sixty vessels of the ocean
In the critical eye of the fashion world
I become the aggressor of no one
Takes a stronger wind to blow out this candle
Than the other fires I've made
And the lying mouth won't blow my handle
Knocking down my barricade
Blowing up my barricade
Little child, little child
Little child won't you dance with me
Little child, little child
Little child won't you dance with me
I walk out in the blinding light and took it on the chin again
And I can't find my medication or my occupation
And please don't show me the things I should see anymore
Go away and leave me alone to work the crossroad
Runaway train, I need to find a long lost brother
Bound and gagged, I feel the need to think it over
Lost my home, don't find my home
Let me walk, I can stand on my own two feet
I don't care what you do, I don't like you
Be a clown, be a man, be all you can be
And you don't have to stay, it's all over now