Walls for the Poor

They had him pinned in a book, had him tied to the wall
His eyes were stuck to the moon, it was outside
He was thinking of Donna, how he left her behind
With a flick of his wrist, how her crown toppled down

The street was a mouthful, for the teller to tell
But every lie, was so carefully placed
The rain seemed so normal, except it was red
Scratches from work, on an immigrant’s face

That’s the way it is, my friends, it’s the way it’s always been
The king loves the throne, and the rebel loves the stoop
If you switch their places, they’ll switch them right back
It was proven the day, that they had him pinned down

He’d left her behind, with the ‘fraid and the young
A wall for the lover, and a wall for the loved
The rest of the group, was tattooed on her arm
That dirty street corner, with the lamppost above

Way up in Heaven, you cannot read by the moon
For a captain at sea, it is death or the deep
And that poor man reached out, and he pushed at the wall
And the officers laughed, because he thought it would move

No one understands, the pain of the head
There’s nothing inside, and the Nothing wants more
If this is the throne, I was made for the stoop
As soon as I’m there, I was made for her bed

The colonel just laughed, and spit at him twice
“We got you pinned boy!” and he shook him again
And prisoner just cried, for his friends made of ink
And she bled in the rain, for a thousand and one days

Cops with their torches, dark veins on the town
Viruses and clamor, walls for the poor
Can the pure taint the scarred? You just ask the rain
Don’t leave her behind and don’t leave your name