This is the 3rd of june1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattan
In a downtown far awaymr. toomyour 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 facetook off his jacket and stepped on it
Who’s thatwhat’s thatwhat do you mean
I’ll never know where I lost my dream
Who’s thatwhat’s thatgimme your name
3rd of juneend 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 thatwhat’s thatwhat do you mean
I’ll never know when I lost my dream
Who’s thatwhat’s thatgimme your name
3rd of juneend 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 minuteshe 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 3rd1988
Who’s thatwhat’s thatwhat do you mean
I’ll never know when I lost my dream
Who’s thatwhat’s thatgimme your name
3rd of juneend of game