away to the side you move your head gravity fingers dig in your back the strangest man won t let you breathe rocking on you in a movie scene his words fill your mouth his guests bleed sick devoid of touch he lets out to the streets where you were raised sittin home waiting for the coming age you had to wait your turn you had to wait your turn wake up early wash up late satellites connect you to your hate your patience grows but your skin is thin the pager signals they re coming in through the hole in the wall you left the hole in the wall here s to the atom bomb may everyone find a way to get on a little piece of heaven is all you seek in the same old re run week after week their faces make you want to kill the little piece of heaven singin on the windowsill no lights can turn you on pixelate the night reading the words of your eyes on the streets where you were born sittin home waiting for the coming dawn near the hole in the wall you left a hole in the wall