One summermorning he awoke and he decided it was time he made up his mind
So he went up to the roof in search for something that would prove
he'd always been blind
The idea was to arouse the pigeons in the pigeon-house
so when he opened the door
He gently asked them 'would you all helo me to find
exactly what I'm looking for"
So he finally broke the strings
that always kept him down an attempt to regain
what he once lost
no need to count the cost
the hero of the twentieth century
A storm raged across the land, the wind was fighting with the sand a hurricane named Hero
The people looked up to the sy, they saw the shape of a huge kite
It must be the hour Zero
A million pigeons in a V, a man so tiny you couldn't see him
dangling on the strings
tied to each separate little bird, shouting out against the world;"Well shit on you, motherfuckers"
So he finally broke the chain
that had always kept his down
bit by bit
No shit
