He said...
Ain't this some congregation'
Ain't this some kind of crowd'
Spit in the eye of creation, so educated and proud,
Yeah, their plans are outrageous and the tales are so tall,
The conversation's contagious, but the talk is so small.

The sidewalks and the streets are overflowing with dread,
And every night down here's the night of the living dead.

You don't belong here,
You know it's true,
You look all wrong here,
You don't know how to act or what to do,
But, you know, sometimes I think I don't belong here too.

And she said...
It's like walking through fire,
It's like shedding your skin,
You throw your clothes out the window,
You face the person within,
It's like dying in public, it's like learning to fly,
Leaving the world behind you, it's like being born twice.

He said, 'You're probably right alright, but this is my home,'
She said, 'What kind of home is that, living out on death row''

You don't belong here,
You're just passing through,
You won't last long here,
Man, you're just not that cruel,
And I'm gonna say a prayer,
You're gonna leave here soon.

He thought he was the king of the world, he was walking around in rags,
She told him who the king of the world really was, and then she told him to pack his bags.

It was a Saturday night, it was the end of the world,
It was a fantastic fight, it was impressing the girls,
It was impressing the Russians, even impressed the Chinese,
It had them running for cover, it had them down on their knees.

The enemy broke the code and surrounded the building at dawn,
But they had disappeared mysteriously,
Meanwhile, the war rages on.