this is the 3rd of june, 1988
a highly unimportant day
some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattan
in a downtown far away, mr. toomy, our face in a crowd
the city was slow and tired
the wall street boys wearing their ties around their neck
like boxer`s towels after a fight
mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
who`s that, what`s that, what do you mean
i`ll never know where i lost my dream
who`s that, what`s that, gimme your name
3rd of june, end of game
no looking to the right
no looking to the left
lenny is a target and always on track
lenny is a target and nobody shoots
lenny is a target lost the route
ruins of a child`s old fantasy
ruins of a child was [?]
lenny is a target and nobody shoots
lenny is a target lost the route
who`s that, what`s that, what do you mean
i`ll never know when i lost my dream
who`s that, what`s that, gimme your name
3rd of june, end of game
mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
looked at his face
took off his jacket
put it on the pavement
stepped on it
and started preaching like a monk from another world
after some minutes, he had a little crowd
which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
like rolling gloom
and mr. toomy throws his voice `til he was the only one in the area
at this early night of june 3rd, 1988
who`s that, what`s that, what do you mean
i`ll never know when i lost my dream
who`s that, what`s that, gimme your name
3rd of june, end of game
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