January 15, 1991... I feel like gettin' down On my knees and prayin'... I'm walkin' Straight to my lover... In the east end They're comin' down... I've made a big Decision towards the other. Walking Through Japantown... Watching bums Steal fruit from sidewalk stands... Without Ever getting caught. I'm thinking about What Knowlton Nash said on the National News... About some war correspondent... Talking from the front... The thrill of Getting shot at and missed... Me, I'm Supposed to be writing a hit I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls All the creeps and the jerks that pa** Me and hara** me... They think I've got Something... Something more... Something To give them... I blame them. I put my Ear to the ground and listen fro the sound Of falling change... Get out my wallet to Look for a transfer to get out of range of People hating people for all weird Reasons... Around the world they throw Toys like an angry little brother in a Sandbox... With the hatred of an unrequited Lover... Or an envious kid sister I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls Sit around all day just waiting for Something clever to say... I'm losing my Grip on this pen and feel like searching For my syringe again... Makes me hate My own song I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls I can't change this world