Leapfrog over fences.   Little time, less senses.   Here by this railway cutting.   Life goes quick and it goes without warning.   That's how life is in my bombsite dwelling.      But I don't believe you have to be an idiot.   To get somewhere these days.   I don't believe you have to sell your soul,   And do what everybody says,   Or get carried away.   Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray.   Give thanks - I'm happy where I am.   It's just as well.      Well, I thank God I never closed my eyes.   Thank God I never compromised.   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.   Thank God I wasn't mesmerized.   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.      There's a killer in your subway.   An anarchist on your street.   There's a breakdown on your T.V.   You can't find no relief.   In fact no feelings at all.   Your war is totally internal.   At least I'm sure that mine is - on the outside.      I can thank God I never closed my eyes.   Thank God I never compromised.   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.   Thank God I wasn't mesmerized.   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.