[First Verse]
This is for the messed-up kids, bound like dynamite
The wandering drunks out on the town tonight
The romantic killer, that's never been caught
For the crackpot who hit the jackpot, and stopped

This is for those who climb right to the top
Just to feel what it's like to drop
For the critical mass that converges
For the paedophile suppressing his urges
This is for the soldier in contempt of court
'Cus he believed in freedom of thought
This is for the baby, who struggles to talk
But manages 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