Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense   The lonely groups of company boys snapping pics   Of scrawny limbs and toothy grins      These are children riding naked on their tourist pals   While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal   As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room   Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home      CHORUS      Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable   No one over here reads the papers pal   Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable   He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls      A small black someone jumps over the crazy white god   Cranking up the volume on a Michael Jackson song      CHORUS      Where the frangipani scents the air   She mouths a word that breaks his stare   He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak   That's a mighty big word for a nine year old      CHORUS      You gaze down in to her eyes for a million miles   You wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll