Our hero lives in a box at the bottom of a Coca-Cola sign
Like some great altar to God flashing
messages all the time
Here doesn't come here to worship, no, he
comes here to live
At night he crawls through the city to
take whatever we don't give
He used to have a little baby, but a
fragile thing can soon be gone
A little cold never hurt you and me, but
her she didn't last long
Our hero stares at the stars, watches
them turn red and white
Says these are men who made this,
and this is not God's light
Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom of
the red and the white sign
Hear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you
Our hero can't read so he don't know
what that sign says
And you can be damned sure the taste
of a coke never passed his lips
He knows these are men who have
made this and their day soon must come
All the people at the bottom prayin' Lord
thy will be done
And they're shoutin'
Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom of
the red and the white sign
Hear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you
Like Don Quioxte chasing some dragon
into the night
Our hero dreams of the battle that he
topples that red knight
Topples that red light
Our hero lays in the grass dreaming of
his little sweet child
He remembers holding her hands and
touching her little sweet smile
If a man can create this neon tower into the sky
Where the hell was the God of the Coca-Cola sign
the night she died
Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom of
the red and the white sign
Hear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you