In this broken, sad-eyed world
With his fists raised and lips curled
With his back against the wall
All is well, and he's ready for a brawl
Hide in day and work at night
Hidden conflicts out of sight
Caught in the rain, and starting to rust
With his head stuck in the dust
It's 3 AM and hard to tell
Is he in Heaven, or in Hell?
Someone's come to rock the boat
Come to ruin him and gloat
You may think that it's a joke
but your laughter makes you choke
You'll never understand his smile
As he haunts you all the while
