I saw the moon rise
Burning holes in Marys eyes
While walkin the beat
Straight through the heat
Down on the street
The street where you were baptised
Young eyes thru the Gardeners Road gate
Whoa whoa Whoa whoa Whoa
I heard you stirrin, I heard you cough
Some things you can't wash off, Like a
cheap red brick and cracked asphalt
Laces on your boots, the buckle on your belt
Run the lighter across your lips