This is for the messed up kids bound like dynamite

The wandering drunks out on the town tonight

For the romantic killer that's never been caught

For the crackpot who hit the jackpot and stopped.

This is those who climb right to the top

Just to feel what it's like to drop

For the critical mass that converges

For the pedophile suppressing his urges.

This is for the soldier in contempt of court

Cause he believed in freedom of thought.

This is for the baby who struggles to talk

But can manage to gargle the language of God.

This is for the origami swan

Who dared to soar up to the sun.

This is for the outcasts the freaks and the schemers

This is for the last of the dreamers.