Lyrics:

Pre-war matador, now save your broken bones
Golden rule, he's such a fool in the streets alone
Slow burn, taciturn, nothing left to say
Column five, sympathize, it's so much easier that way

Just want to be a big boy, pushin' some Jim-jims around
But it's hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town
Hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town

'Good as dead', that's what Sally said and I fear what she knows
Money spent, for reconnaissance and blood up on her clothes
Child's toy, a soldier boy playing with his gun
Uptown now, missile clown now, living on the run

He just want to be a big boy, yeah, growing up too soon
Show you his gun flash his knife in the sun
And dance to a rock and roll tune
Show you his gun flash his knife in the sun
And dance to a rock and roll tune

Once tried, twice denied, Sally said she knew
Full sized, polarized is what she's looking through
Switch blade and a promenade and a leather jacket war
Cliché, don't you run away and slip your ass out that back door

All night parasite, wake me up at noon
Copped himself an attitude down at the Red Dog Saloon
Quick laid, masquerade gets the young boy up tight, yeah yeah
Low rent, Jack-a-Lent he said he's gonna be all right

He just want to be a big boy, pushin' some Jim-jims around
But it's hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town, yeah yeah
Hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town, yes it is!