Home Run King — текст песни (Clark Gene)

Well I saw it clear today
that we are all
More than only refugees
And the heads of state
Called out all of their reserves
So they could postpone World War III
I can hear the morning crier
Yellin` read all about it
Here`s the truth
You are either just the newspaper boy
Or you`re either Babe Ruth
Now how could we have been
Put upon this planet
Fools enough to think
That we could be
The first to form
A civilized evolvement
From the charismatic sea
There`s a ten years old
In the alley
Throws a hard ball off the wall
That is the truth
He knows you`re either
Just the newspaper boy
Or you`re either Babe Ruth
We can all dream up
Some explicit rationalizing dream
Of exactly who we are
While the rokin` rollin` home run king
Keeps the black madonna
Sleepin` with a star
Now it doesn`t matter
How much bread
You can spend
So you can hold
The center booth
You are either just the newspaper boy
Or you`re either Babe Ruth.