The crack in the wall is spinning in a post war whirlpool  I'm to slow; it cuts me to the quick  Who am I, scoot 'n' trifle  In a steamboat's wet box  Now I know the reason that I am sinking  I am alive and I wonder how  If looks could kill, they'd be rotten by now  Born to roam with a TV in  It comes alive and shows me an idiot grin    ? Blossing? information, at recruiting centres  Round up boys, for their idea of fun  Weapons, need to exercise my index finger  Scratching on the trigger of a gun  I could run or get blown away when nothing's fair  We're into warfare today  My superior waves me in  He clicks his heals and shows me an idiot grin    I am alive and I wonder how  If looks could kill, I'd be rotten by now  Born to roam with a TV in  It comes alive and shows me an idiot grin  I'm lying for someone else to bark the question  I could pose and show it to the door  I could manage to extend my lease on life  In no-man's land, but I've been there before  On and fighting, you metal head  A steal brace skirt and stockings instead  I will believe my next of kin  Would slap my back and show me an idiot grin