Tape you heart to your sleeve Make a better mark Easier to see For a shot in the dark Stand by the window In the broad daylight Easier to show In the marksman's sight Cullinane Call out for food And the mayor and the press Tell them that to shoot Is like to caress Blue steel mirrors The lights of Market Street Government's an error And poverty's a thief You turn into a trigger When you're hanging in your cell Figure it was harder Than the newspapers tell Turn on the lights Turn on the fires Turn on the law That hunger inspires Turn on the banker And the pimp and the meat And the bopper and the anger And the whole fucking street