The kids are out on the streets tonight
where are their parents?
Who will teach them left from what is right?
They all say 'No not I'

and I say
Poor little children lock them up
poor little children stoke the fire

YEAH

Lock and load, underneath the sand is a man down
they shot him dead and gone
not only is he eight pints or more but a brother lost

What they said wasn't right
but what you want isn't easy to find

What you said wasn't right
but what they want isn't easily defined
With only intuition
you and I rely on everybody else

YEAH

Lock and key underneath my chest is a romance
but I shot it dead
I wonder what I am and god only knows but I'm not a man

What she said wasn't right but what I want isn't easy to find
What I said wasn't right but what she wants isn't easily defined
with only intuition
You and I rely on everybody else

And all these lessons I learned
when I was just a child.