thomas carlyle no , his mind is not for rent to any god or government always hopeful , yet discontent rush brother beautiful down the street on the darker side of town there 's a man with a tattoo gun and it 's coming down not on another human being but into his own flesh i do n't care what the yuppies up there say he says this is it baby this is it so she holds him tight , takes him into her body not trying to understand his crazy ways and though he 'd never lay an evil hand on her the bed is pulsing midnight red and she thinks despite her better judgment `` damn , this is it baby this is it '' and he 's neither right nor wrong and he 's either hot or cold and his mother ca n't remember him ever doing what he was told and the people who love him do so by virtue of the fact his life is like poetry in motion a god and devil inspired act tonight on dobson avenue , the light and polite pass i 've dined among these strangers , lifted many a halfhearted glass but with an eye upon the flame of passion i stand on the corner with a cigarette thinking to myself lord , this is n't it brother i 'm not going to try to tame you if you will just show me how to live then the wind lifts my chin and i hear - i already did find your passion and follow through not as another imitation but just as you cuz that is it step into my heart if youre running with no hope of home standing in a crowd but still all alone and the cold has you shivering to the bone baby , theres a fire and its not far off step into my heart i can tell youve been looking for some time wasting your nights on cheap men and wine wasting your days trying to turn a dime step into my heart im standing on the balcony looking down but not looking down on the things youve done ill meet you in the street or you can come right up just step into the sun baby , theres a fire to rekindle in your heart im not so brusque to call it love but kind enough cant you see im kind enough ?