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