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Between the dead ring ash of extreme defenseThe lonely groups of company boys snapping picsOf scrawny limbs and toothy grinsThese are children riding naked on their tourist palsWhile the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawalAs he lies on a mattress in a rat infested roomTalking 'bout his family and the cold back homeCHORUSBetween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstableNo one over here reads the papers palBetween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstableHe's a clean trick and he's shopping for girlsA small black someone jumps over the crazy white godCranking up the volume on a Michael Jackson songCHORUSWhere the frangipani scents the airShe mouths a word that breaks his stareHe grunts his reply in a garrulous croakThat's a mighty big word for a nine year oldCHORUSYou gaze down in to her eyes for a million milesYou wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll Aus Songtexte Mania