Dreams run red in the gutter
Lies been naked too long
The kid's brother, kid's mother cried
Cut across the gut on 24th
Because of his colors, and rock in pocket
Page five news, just a paragraph
Dreams run red in the gutter
Lies been naked too long
Shoot me up with faith (got none, nothing left)
Shoot me up with lies
Shoot me up with faith (got none, heard it all said)
Shoot me up with lies
Everyday seems scored wrong
On a playground turned battleground
Every kid seems co*k-eyed cowboy
Score to settle, packing a nine
They only hear the word hope on radio songs
They only hear the word hope on radio songs
They only say the word love with radio songs
They only say the word love with radio songs