Leapfrog over fences.
little time, less senses.
here by this railway cutting.
life goes quick and it goes without warning.
that's how life is in my bombsite dwelling.
But i don't believe you have to be an idiot.
to get somewhere these days.
i don't believe you have to sell your soul,
and do what everybody says,
or get carried away.
nowadays i fall among the empty shells and pray.
give thanks - i'm happy where i am.
it's just as well.
Well, i thank god i never closed my eyes.
thank god i never compromised.
bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
thank god i wasn't mesmerized.
bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.
There's a killer in your subway.
an anarchist on your street.
there's a breakdown on your t.v.
you can't find no relief.
in fact no feelings at all.
your war is totally internal.
at least i'm sure that mine is - on the outside.
I can thank god i never closed my eyes.
thank god i never compromised.
bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
thank god i wasn't mesmerized.
bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.