six guns alone an emotional avalanche six bottles of rum and a kilo full of character change i don t have to come out on my own barricade i walked into the line of fire and took it on the chin again and i can t find my medication or my occupation and please don t show me the things i should see in the finger paint i ve been dabbling with the sixty vessels of the ocean in the critical eye of the fashion world i become the aggressor of no one takes a stronger wind to blow out this candle than the other fires i ve made and the lying mouth won t blow my handle knocking down my barricade blowing up my barricade little child little child little child won t you dance with me little child little child little child won t you dance with me i walk out in the blinding light and took it on the chin again and i can t find my medication or my occupation and please don t show me the things i should see anymore go away and leave me alone to work the crossroad runaway train i need to find a long lost brother bound and gagged i feel the need to think it over lost my home don t find my home let me walk i can stand on my own two feet i don t care what you do i don t like you be a clown be a man be all you can be and you don t have to stay it s all over now