The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky   His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride   to knock upon some doors   The boy who asked for more   and who hid his real fears so the people just saw...   they saw him smiling   They only ever saw him smiling      He breathes the air of the barber's shop   The steam, smoke and cheap cologne   He says, "Old man, tell this razor blade   how much you want to be left alone."   Over the mirror to the left   A postcard girl with naked breasts   brings us greetings from Crete to this ugly man's street just by smiling   Look, she's all smiling      Yeah, she pouts and acts hot with James Bond on his yacht   His arching eyebrow, his martini seed   while in her village in Milan starving people stole cans   and [bad] silver or the loser will bleed      In a few more years the cruel boy makes his way   up to where the real power is   until a bomb in his car blows him all over a wall   and his comrades shake their fists   We see the biggest killers of all who say they are appalled   They say, "Our rage is extreme," but you know what they mean   Upstairs they're smiling   Still scared and smiling