[Falsetto whispering] I was in the war You were in the war [Falsetto whispering] I was on my knees You were on your knees And no reptiles - just soft boiled eggs in shirts and ties, waiting for the flashing green man quivering and wobbling just like all the eggs you know. I'm going to k** a stranger, So don't you be a stranger. Oh baby it's alright, it's alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair old enough to run. Old enough to fire a gun. Oh baby it's alright, it's alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair old enough to run. Old enough to fire a gun. Oh baby it's alright, it's alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair old enough to run.
Old enough to fire a gun. Oh baby it's alright, it's alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair old enough to run. (Oh) Old enough to fire a gun. Just give me this one night, just one night to feel like I might be on the right path - the path that takes me home. Wise enough to know myself. Just give me this one night, just one night to feel like I might be on the right path. (Home) Old enough to fire a gun. Just give me this one night, just one night to feel like I might be on the right path - the path that takes me home. Wise enough to know myself. Just give me this one night just one night to feel.