Stranded in the mystery zone
Talks to the buzy tone
His guns are cocked
Hes ready for demolition
God its a bloody mess
And I must confess
Hes a hair trigger
Waiting for the final solution

And perfect blue, what are you gonna do
Until it rains, dont watch for storms
Dont count your casualties until theres a war

Clutches the crutches of hate
Ticking like a bomb he waits
Trying to hold on to what he came for
Diming on the 9 to 5
Just to keep alive
Soldiers the shadows on his shoulder