Our dogs called fame an fortune   Our eyes are blue & red   The bastards of utopia   Sleep in a flowerbed   They sleep with both eyes open   they never sleep at night   Their red eye shines like darkness   Their blue eye shines with light   We use our minds to travel   We use our coats to fly   The river of our loneliness   It never will run dry   Because our brothers hate us   & we hate them again   Sometimes we give our dogs a hug   & cry like real men      You better shoot when you find us   This is what we need   You better shoot when you find us   We'll be ready to bleed      The bastards of utopia   A bunch of gentle souls   Their voices sweet as gasoline   Their humour bright as coal   Their song is like a secret   That you don't want to know   & when they go to heaven   They go by u.f.o.