Kicking

And than nothing but kicking

And than nothing but yelling

And than nothing but sinking

And than nothing but pistols

And than nothing but shouting

And than nothing but drinking

The blood out of someone’s body

Eager to promise your girlfriend

That you are the emperor of the streets

The blackface grown up

Hysterical youngsters

Who’s gonna beat them

Who’s gonna teach them

And how will they know what to feel

And how will they know what is real

And than the accident happens

And when you lost your temper

And than you walk the safe line

And than your thoughts are with pillows

Or maybe an actrice who looks

Very eager to kick the pride

Out of someones body or maybe her own

The blackface grown up

Hysterical youngsters

Who’s gonna teach them

Who’s gonna beat them

And how will they know what to feel

And how will they know what is real