The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky

His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride

To knock upon some doors

The boy who asked for more

And who hid his real fears so the people just saw...

They saw him smiling

They only ever saw him smiling



He breathes the air of the barber's shop

The steamsmoke and cheap cologne

He says"old mantell this razor blade

How much you want to be left alone."

Over the mirror to the left

A postcard girl with naked breasts

Brings us greetings from crete to this ugly man's street just by smiling

Lookshe's all smiling



Yeahshe pouts and acts hot with james bond on his yacht

His arching eyebrowhis martini seed

While in her village in milan starving people stole cans

And [bad] silver or the loser will bleed



In a few more years the cruel boy makes his way

Up to where the real power is

Until a bomb in his car blows him all over a wall

And his comrades shake their fists

We see the biggest killers of all who say they are appalled

They say"our rage is extreme" but you know what they mean

Upstairs they're smiling

Still scared and smiling