This is a rubbish of human rind
With a photograph clutched in the half
Of a hand in the world love underlined
This is a girl who died in her mind
With a warm fix glue and a king called call
All the gadgets burned and the gangsters died
This is a d**h in cage and blind
With an if in its soul and a hole in its life
Where the young bell tolled and the old one died
This is a jog of young, young kind
With one right hand and one black eye
And the eyes of his eyes are as lost as you'll find