Our hero lives in a box at the bottom of a Coca-Cola sign

Like some great altar to God flashing

messages all the time

Here doesn't come here to worship, no, he

comes here to live

At night he crawls through the city to 

take whatever we don't give



He used to have a little baby, but a

fragile thing can soon be gone

A little cold never hurt you and me, but

her she didn't last long

Our hero stares at the stars, watches

them turn red and white

Says these are men who made this,

and this is not God's light



Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom of

the red and the white sign

Hear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you



Our hero can't read so he don't know

what that sign says

And you can be damed sure the taste

of a coke never passed his lips

He knows these are men who have 

made this and their day soon must come

All the people at the bottom prayin' Lord

thy will be done

And they're shoutin'



Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom of 

the red and the white sign

Hear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you



Like Don Quioxte chasing some dragon

into the night

Our hero dreams of the battle that he

topples that red knight

Topples that red light



Our hero lays in the grass dreaming of 

his little sweet child

He remembers holding her hands and

touching her little sweet smile

If a man can create this neon tower into the sky

Where the hell was the God of the Coca-Cola sign

the night she died



Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom of

the red and the white sign

Hear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you