Firepower - David Sylvian, Robert Fripp

He beats the door and breaks the lock

Raids the fridge and eats the lot

No room for silence, pause or thought

To ease the hurt inside him

They placed the barrel at his head

Raging blind and rising

Cursed by saints and all the rest

He can’t stand up for trying

Shot through with anger and desire

A mouth to feed, a room for hire

He drinks 'goodbyes' the bottle dry

Brutalised but smiling

Causing casualties by the hour

Outweighed by stars and firepower

Causing casualties by the hour

Waylaid by stars and firepower

He beats the door and breaks his watch

Afraid to sleep he won’t let up No room for silence, pause or thought

To ease the hurt inside him