Barricade

(album: Sandbox - 1987)

Six guns alone
An emotional avalanche
Six bottles of rum
And a kilo full of character change
I don't have to come out on my own
Barricade

I walked into the line of fire
And took it on chin again
And I can't find my medication
Or my occupation
But please don't show me the things I should see

In the finger paint I've been dabbling
With the sixty vessels of the ocean
In the cryptical lie of the fashion world
I become the aggressor of no one

Takes a stronger wind to blow out this candle
Than the other fires I've made
And the lying mouth won't blow my handle
Knocking down my barricade
Blowing up my barricade

Little child, little child
Little child won't you dance with me
Little child, little child
Little child won't you dance with me

I walked on in the blinding light
And took it on chin again
And I can't find my medication
Or my occupation
But please don't show me the things I should see anymore

Go away and leave me alone to work the crossroads
A nowhere train, I need to find a long lost brother
Bound and gagged, I feel the need to think it over
Lost my home, don't find my home

Let me walk
I can stand on my own two feet
I don't care what you do
I don't like you

Be a clown, be a man
Be all you can be
And you don't have to stay
It's all over now