Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense

The lonely groups of company boys

Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins

These are children riding naked on their tourist pals

While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal

As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room

Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home



Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

No one over here reads the papers pal

'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls



A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard

Cranking up the volume of a Michael Jackson song



Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

No one over here reads the papers pal

'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls



Where the frangipani scents the air

She mouths a word that breaks his stare

He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak

"That's a mighty big word for a nine year old"



Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

No one over here reads the papers pal

The dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls



Shopping for girls, shopping for girls

Gaze down into her eyes for a million miles

Wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll