He beats the door and breaks the lock Raids the fridge and eats the lot No room for silence, pause or thought To ease the hurt inside him They placed the barrel at his head Raging blind and rising Cursed by saints and all the rest He can't stand up for trying Shot through with anger and desire A mouth to feed, a room for hire He drinks 'goodbyes' the bottle dry Brutalised but smiling Causing casualties by the hour Outweighed by stars and firepower Causing casualties by the hour Waylaid by stars and firepower He beats the door and breaks his watch Afraid to sleep he won't let up No room for silence, pause or thought To ease the hurt inside him