He beats the door and breaks his watch

Raids the fridge and eats the lot

No room for silence, pause of thought

To ease the hurt inside him





They placed a barrel at his head

Raging blind and rising

Cursed by saints and all the rest

He can't stand up for trying





Shot through with anger and desire

A mouth to feed, a room for hire

He drinks 'goodbyes', the bottle dry

Brutalised but smiling





Causing casualties by the hour

Outweighed by stars

And Firepower





Causing casualties by the hour

Waylayed by stars

And Firepower





He beats the door and breaks the lock

Afraid to sleep he won't let up

No room for silence, pause or thought

To ease the hurt inside him