Paper boy paper boy
With your head on fire
With your thoughts to yourself
Pretty paper boy
Paper boy paper boy
With your head in your hands
With the weight of the world
Paper boy
Little girl black girl
With your dreams cut short
With a frightened grin
God's little girl
Pretty girl running girl
Did you make them proud
Did it come in a rush
God's little girl
Nobody cares and everyone agrees
And we all pretend and we all believe
That it's better to burn than it is to smoulder
Pray you're not alone
Turn a knife in the back of a weakness
All god's fear and all god's reasons
Smoke it right down to the filter
Bury your shaking hands