Dream Killing Town

Pre-war matador 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 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, Sally said I fear what she knows Money spent, for reconnaissance And blood's upon her clothes Child's toy, soldier boy Playing with his gun Uptown, missile clown Living on the run He just want to be a big boy Growing up too soon 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, promenade Leather jacket war Cliche, don't runaway Slipping out the 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 Low rent, Jack-a-Lent Says he's gonna be all right