He was one of the few true rebels, a smalltown bomber
Drew his final tag and ran out of sight
And he was no simple thief or dirty robber

21 years of age he kissed the world goodnight

He said I'm leaving
I've seen it all
Your name is written on the wall

2 o'clock in a weak condition
Riding on his bike thru the old neighbourhood
Accept the truth see the death of a vision
Wondering about the things he never understood

Soul scars and homeward bound
When all your dreams are falling dead to the ground
Soul scars and grinding pain
Old friend, memories remain