one summermorning he awoke he decided it was time    he made up his mind    so he went up to the roof in search for something that    would prove    he'd always been blind    the idea was to arouse the pigeons in the pigeon-house    so when he opened the door    he gently asked them 'would you all help me to find    exactly what I'm looking for'       so he finally broke the strings    that had always kept him down    an attempt to regain    what he once lost    no need to count the cost    the hero of the twetieth century       a storm raged across the land, the wind was fighting with    the sand    a hurricane named Hero    the people looked up to the sky, they saw the shape of a    huge kite    it must be the hour Zero    a million piggeons in a V, a man so tiny you couldn't see him    dangling on the strings    toed to each seperate little bird, shouting out against the    world; "we'll shit on you, motherfuckers"       so he finally broke the chain    that had always kept him down    bit by bit    no shit