Drinks water from the faucet

Man with Golden Helmet

Drinks water from the faucet



Stares across the hall

At the pictures on the wall

Of hieroglyphic scrawl

And no one cares at all

That he is waiting



Man with Golden Helmet

Drinks water from the faucet

Man with Golden Helmet

Drinks water from the faucet



Walks on down the street

Leather boots, leather coat

Gloves of shining leather

Sidewalks and gutters and freezing weather 

Empty streets full of no one



Man with Golden Helmet

Drinks water from the faucet

Man with Golden Helmet

Drinks water from the faucet



Plays with tiny children

On his way home from work

He doesn't wear a smirk

He can't revive it

Having different kinds of fun

With fourteen ancient nuns

Under circling sun

And his wonderful collection of guns 

He's the top man in the language department