In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls and Running into walls
He was but a baby, a little less than small Already up and running as if to hear a call Just a little human child, barely broken from the wild Running Into walls
Get an education, learn the rules of the game Money and salvation, donât we know its all the same Along comes another human child. Feeling hungry, feeling wild Running into walls.
Some of us are lucky, born on the good side of the line But everyone wants that candy, for some itâs harder to resign Along comes a human child, Mad & hungry going wild Running into walls
CHORUS: He found himself a gun, power for the kill Power in the blood, hey this is not for fun Just a little human child Barely broken from the wild Running into walls
In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls Running into walls