Alfred Jones died somewhere in the shadows Alone in his home where he was tamed Although he was just a man without name Cops were called to look for somebody to blame Who done it for money, who done it for fame Booked three bald teenagers for second-degree murder But who today is worthy of high company? And who today can find his own destiny? And who today is brave enough to disagree? And who today is looking as far as he could see? Before a bing drinking in the shadows Alfred and friends looking for a cash Met three bald teenagers and they were in a clash Well he knew they turn him into the ash Just like his son who k**ed their friend in a crash So they hit him with the axe and filled in with the snow Can we go straight not knowing the road? Can we turn somewhere when signs nothing bode? Can we understand when everything is a code? Can we look at ourself 'till we're not corrode? Thinking about nothing, empty air in shadows Teenagers in the cell waiting for a judge They could take a man out with just one punch Used to k** and robber just for a brunch It seems to be their end-of-the freedom crunch But they knew their cards were marked advance What if a man should not love the moon? What if he could not to hold the life's harpoon? What if he could to count his sins on golden spoon? What if his d**h will come too soon? The undertaker standing somewhere in the shadows Five people at Alfred's funeral Priest with a smile said My dear Farewell Neighbourhood saying Very Well And Devil said to them I'll meet you in Hell We live in a place where law is a game How many more times we will be reborn? How many times we resent a forewarn? How many losers can look with a scorn? How many people unnecessarily was born?