down by the corner there lives a boy keeps himself occupied with elecronic toys he's spending the days and wasting the nights layin' low in the neon lights
fix the world with a remote control he wants to heal his hurts with good old rock'n'roll surfs the airwaves bright eyes open wide to find the answer from time to time he sings songs he knows from the radio
dear mr. nighthawk can you put me on I've got the strangest suicide philosophy the minute you get even and you think you're dead you become a supersaint instead
years will go by he'll soon become a man with countless possessions and a chevy van there will be many ways to make it through the night he won't give a shit about the neon lights
he'll find the answer from time to time he'll sing songs he knows from the radio and he'll be layin' low in the neon lights