one summermorning he awoke he decided it was time
he made up his mind
so he went up to the roof in search for something that
would prove
he`d always been blind
the idea was to arouse the pigeons in the pigeon-house
so when he opened the door
he gently asked them `would you all help me to find
exactly what I`m looking for`
so he finally broke the strings
that had always kept him down
an attempt to regain
what he once lost
no need to count the cost
the hero of the twetieth century
a storm raged across the land, the wind was fighting with
the sand
a hurricane named Hero
the people looked up to the sky, they saw the shape of a
huge kite
it must be the hour Zero
a million piggeons in a V, a man so tiny you couldn`t see him
dangling on the strings
toed to each seperate little bird, shouting out against the
world; we`ll shit on you, motherfuckers
so he finally broke the chain
that had always kept him down
bit by bit
no shit