Steam pours from open sores   Fixed bayonets make room for your newborn child   The world is wild in anticipation   It can't wait for him to grow like a weed into fresh meat      Boy grows into the man slowly cut like glass in hand   Made from every grain of sand that washed upon Mosquito Coast   If I only need what's washed upon the shore   I'm sure to die a happy man   No what I'm living for      I see no match for the sun   No more than a shadow   Knelt down and meet your maker   That's what you believed      Last call for alcohol   That's okay, I'm face down   Sorry if I'm boring yo      But I'm up with the sun trying to make sense of what comes back to me   What gets away      Call off your dogs if you recognize my face   Cuz baby I'm a friend of a friend   And you owe him a favor      I see no match for the sun   No more than a shadow   Knelt down and meet your maker   That's what you believed      XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX   Can't make sense of what comes back to him   The world is much wider than I was lead to believe      Call off your dogs if you recognize my face   Cuz baby I'm a friend of a friend   And you owe him a favor      I see no match for the sun   No more than a shadow   Knelt down and meet your maker   That's what you believed